Token Epistle

Godhuli Nanda

  • Mirror Mirror !

    I have noticed something in people. They usually imitate others. They emulate their peers, elders, preferred celebrities, characters they read about and what they see. They take away tiny little parts from others and make it their own. A plethora of gathered fractions adulterated within and passed on as self. Mundane yet prolific. It’s not…

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    Godhuli Nanda

  • Adieu

    (For a friend, by a friend) I know you are scared of the whole new world and almost irritated with the turn of events. I know you are scared of the whole new world and almost irritated with the turn of events. I know it all seems daunting and a little out of reach. I…

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    Godhuli Nanda

  • Bou

    (Bou – Mother, in Odia) I was always a sick child. Growing up, I was mostly made to sit at home. Even during all the major festivals be it Holi, Diwali or anything. I used to be that kid who used look at others playing outside and sulk from the balcony. My parents while not…

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  • Isn’t this Spring?

    It was that hasty earliest encounter and the slow smiles as you would remember. The cherished innocence of the quickening heart and the scribbled notes passed across at first. It was that blush that crept up redder and the words which came with a slight hint later. The hidden conversations while the world stood still…

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    Godhuli Nanda

  • Perpetual Solus

    To be the person, who is not seen is a tragedy but yet a relief so profound. To look into the eyes of unfamiliarity and gaze up into their eyes of strangeness is catastrophically serene. They see you, but you are invisible. You see them and you completely, honestly know the truth. It is a…

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  • O’ Father

    My father has always been one of those larger than life human beings with an insane smartness and exceeding passion for the work he does. I have never seen my father without a book in hand and I have never seen a day go by in which he wasn’t reading or writing something. Though retired…

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  • The chaotic refrain

    The vast wildness of a disoriented mortality,  seeking and having so many fantasies. The visible fastening vent allying a tale and reality,  obliterated by mundane insanity.  The eons of wants hanging over eternity,  wiping off years of embedded practicalities. The echos of fast approaching chains with clarity,  reduced into daunting falsity.  The lack of judgement…

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  • Solemn woes, greedy gratifications.

    I make no apologies.  I make no apologies for what I have become. I earnestly say that I was made to be this way. My way might not be your standard of dignity but I shall stand with my backbone stiff with no regrets. My kindness might seen adamant to you. My position of words,…

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  • SKY!

    Scene 1 The air was nimbler in that cheery spring of Bhubaneswar and her breathing unperturbed. She lay on her back with her hands resting neatly behind her head, earphones plugged in with a slender smile on her lips. Next to her, her sister was engrossed in a book. Their father sat next to them…

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  • Melded notes

    A part of me will always glide towards music. In a constant haste to learn, to take in the melodies and sip in the world of vibrating energy. Many have asked me about the exact moment when I knew that I could sing and I have no answer. I don’t remember a time when I…

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    Godhuli Nanda