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Hi, I’m Mrunmayee.
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  • Chaos in art(and my life)

    Chaos in art(and my life)

    Blink. Blink. Blink.   The cursor stared at me like a reprimanding elder. I stared back, begging for time. The time had passed. The blog had been overdue two weeks. The blank document held hostage any inspiration that my mind could produce. Blank white space. The kind of white brides dress up in, a mark…

  • ‘It’ came to bed

    ‘It’ came to bed

    The whistle pierced through the silent night. Then came a bang. Thud! Thud! She peeked out the window into the dark, cold hours. This time, the whistle rang sharper into her ears disturbing the stillness of night’s dark cloak. The watchman cycled past, a whistle jutting from his chest pocket, a heavy stick clutched in…

  • Guru: The silent light

    I’ve asked myself this question every DAY. Who is a Guru? Honestly, I’ll never know. An inexplicable four lettered word. In not knowing I understand the true definition. Something undefined, unknown and incomprehensible. The closest word I’d put my finger on is- Magical. The word ‘Guru’ prevails back to ages ago in the Indian traditions.…

  • I dropped out of Compsci.

    “It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.” – J.K Rowling “But compsci lands you high paying jobs!”   “Are you out of your mind?” “Why would someone leave such a high standard degree?” Advices poured on me like hail hitting the earth during winter. I must be…

  • Object oriented programming

    I’ll be downright honest. I’m no computer geek. I don’t dream in algorithms and live through my day in code. If someone had shown me a snippet in java last year, I’d have thought of it as some not so artistic poem. But then again, life signed me up for a compsci degree as I…

  • What Wordsworth’s daffodils whispered to me-

    I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o’er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw…

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