While the sun shines
Make hay,
I knew forever
Not the real way
Fields of green
Turn shades of brown,
As the farmers
Mow them down
Pied beauty
Of lucid purity,
For miles around
Defying serendipity
Showing posts with label Wanderlust. Show all posts
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Jul 8, 2013
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RAG and Raga: How AI Retrieval Mirrors the Art of Indian Classical Music
Would you ever think that a highly evolving sphere of knowledge like Artificial Intelligence have anything to do with a 6000 year old discip...
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It's not the name of the next sitcom on Star Plus; it's about an important part of my being, my name Mallika. My dad always said tha...
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Little unstable steps in black Bata Ballerina or Naughty Boy shoes, with hand-kerchiefs folded into wedges and pinned on the chest; little ... -
I was about seven or eight years old when I did something that still awakens a guilty conscience. We lived in a house which had big windows...