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     If I'm not wrong, nobody has ever asked me why I like gaming. Well, either they think it's trivial and unproductive, or maybe they assume I’m saying this just to sound cool. But either way, being a big-time yapper — and since I have a Blogspot and free will — I’ll tell you all. Why not, right?      Being a sister to an elder brother means having an uncontrollable urge to do whatever he does, which I’m sure many siblings agree with. My early childhood was just about looking up to him and trying to do whatever he did. He plays cricket? I need to. He races with his friends? I, too, want to. He likes drawing? Well, how can I not? He likes maths? Hell no, not that. That’s where you draw lines.      Well, because of that, I learnt how to play cricket (he might disagree, but I remember a shot of mine and I still stand by it). I also managed to draw my records in school, which somehow matched the labels. But math? Nah.      I thou...
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Navigating Culture and Healthcare: A Phenomenological Intersection of Aging in A Worn Path

Research Questions 1. How does the objective representation of old age and ageism differ from the subjective experience? 2. How is ageing lived, interpreted, and perceived across cultures?   Literature Review The existing literature focuses on the thematic and critical analysis of Eudora Alice Welty's text, A Worn Path . The narrative often centers around the woman character's battle against obstacles on her journey to fetch medicines for her grandson. The prevalent literature predominantly highlights the symbolic meanings, her determination at this age, and her brave side. It commonly interprets the narrative style as a heroic description of a warrior overcoming villains. This research paper departs from traditional readings by examining the subjective experiences of the woman, highlighting her vulnerabilities, and exploring the underlying causes that lead her on this journey. While acknowledging the praiseworthy aspects of her endeavours, the paper refrains from glo...

MONSOON, CHAI AND YOU- A SHORT STORY

  "I always carry an umbrella whenever I don't need one" I whisper to myself. Well, at that time of the evening, everyone else could be chilling in their pyjamas biting the overly oiled banana fritters, gossiping over tea, some calling their parents and some other their sweethearts. College hostels host a special kind of evening,which no one can ever imagine sitting at their homes. It is a place of total chaos, abuzzed with indistinct chatter. Even before the last bell would ring, some people would rush to the back gate of the college. Well, there were two kinds of such people! one being the daily scholars, sprinting to catch the bus and, the other being the people you could see freshly out of the shower,whereas you arrive the last and sleep with the same dress. The day was quite different. It was a Friday afternoon. The rush would be even higher than the other days because, the hostellers who stayed not very far away from their homes would visit during the weekends. I wa...

BALCONIES AND MOGRA- A SHORT STORY

I still remember how randomly I clicked on a YouTube video about Etiquette training. As a kid, I was a fan of exquisite ceramics, bowls, cups and fancy plates. Maybe that's because why, I was instantly drawn into the way things were done. Doing everything and anything to turn dreams into reality made each of my cells tiring and drained, but fast forward, everything seems to be a dream come true. The way I dress, I groom myself and my dress are exactly the same I dreamt four years ago. Except one. After the client meetings, I would energetically sprint to the top floor to behold the breathtaking view. Standing alone, looking at the skyscrapers remind me of the same sixteen-year-old, standing vulnerable about life. Back then, seventh storeyed buildings used to make my legs shake. Conquering fear of heights made difference now. I felt my phone vibrating and leave behind those levitating memories and climb down to go back home. Apartments with nice wide balconies is my day and night pi...

GHOSTING- A SHORT STORY

It was nearly about 9:40PM on November 8th and the screen turned on with a notification banner saying "Look! Who's here". I open the chat and saw a familiar ten-digit number and a photograph. The message was to one of my stories I put up today at 8. I gather what to say from my cauldron of words and phrases. Of course, I was excited but tried to remain calm as if, I wasn't too excited to talk after a year or two. I said, "who well look who's here". How stupid of me to say this after I left throwing tantrums and lame excuses two years before. The conversation went for about 20 minutes, and I was conscious enough of the time passing by and didn't wanted to stay up till late night. I should say one thing, we never left each other on a note of grudge. So, it was quite easy to get back the same level of comfort. When things were happening the same way, they used to, I said to one of my friends that I'm unfazed about what we are right now. Well, she sa...

Materialism in Minimalism

  Less is More -Mies Van Der Rohe, 1886        Before you begin reading the blog, do search for Minimalism on YouTube. Without realising, you will feel relaxed. Thank me later. Happy reading!      Okay, confusing title enough. One must wonder why Minimalism will be discussed under the ambit of the Modern Age since the movement started in New York during the 1950s and later flourished during the 60s and the 70s. There is a significant importance to which this should be discussed because Modernism heralded Minimalism in many ways. The history of Minimalism in art movement can be traced back to Frank Stella, who describes his serialised paintings  Black Paintings  exhibited at the Museum of Modern Art in 1959 as “ What you see is what you see .” Stella painted this famous artwork without devising a plan for what to draw and how to. He had just moved into his new apartment in New York. He worked as a painter to meet both ends. Gradually, he ...

Stop motion photography and Modernism

       The expected reading time of this write-up is almost seven minutes. Thanking you in advance for sparing your valuable time.      Let us start from there itself. How do I know the probability that the readers will finish reading this blog in seven minutes? I must have read myself alongside a clock time equal to or under seven minutes. However, how can I compare objective time with la durĂ©e, as Henri Bergson’s theory of time states? As time is subjective, and my seven minutes, irrespective of whether a clock quantifies it, cannot be the same as your seven minutes. Furthermore, as Aristotle says, time is the most unknown of all unknown things. Time can be felt but not contested in that it can be quantified.       One of the primary reasons we cannot periodise Modernism and movements like Surrealism, Cubism, and alike is the difficulty of tracking down the time period. Every day was a “make it new,” and so many remarkable histori...