Author: nikhilmahant@outlook.com

One evening I spotted Naveen walking the alley in front of JCR and stopped him for a chat. This conversation happened as we circled the Chapel. Me: Hey Naveen! Naveen: Hey Nikhil! It’s been long since I saw you. Where did you vanish? Me: I could have asked you the same; I didn’t see you…

The smell of old wood, hum of turning pages, and clock ticks make Stephen’s library a place of charm. Dead professors peek from their pictures on the wall, keeping a perpetual academic watch. But I don’t sit in the main hall. I am allowed use of an adjacent room meant for faculty members. There is…

For months I struggled, trying to get these conversations going; but this blog was not to take birth without a hint of divine intervention. Determined yet again, I sat down in Stephen’s library, suffering the travails of childbirth. Usually it stays occupied with people, but today I sit alone. As I engross myself in my…