PC- Chang Duong

What does a city feed on?

It feeds on

Picking!

Leftover food, from people

who leave, over!

On progress in picking plastics.

On picking Fallen leaves, carcasses.

cigarette buds- all dead and forgotten.

A city without cleaners.

is like cancer without care.

A clean city is different to

A cleaned city.

A cleaned city, exhibits

the act of cleaning!

A clean city,

Walks over it.

We pick,

everything we find beautiful.

We litter.

Cleaners do the opposite.

And they feed the city,

with freshness and love.

Yet, nobody notices.

Cleaning is such an invisible work!

A city feeds on their invisibility.


In this hospital bed.

I am reduced to numbers that,

I see in unfriendly screens.

They can’t see the tenderness.

I am filled with

My throat — with an extended form of numbness.

Silence, sobs.

A memory of your laugh,

A punch of a sudden burst,

Followed by rapid rippling.

I can feel the vibration in my body.

The room lifts like a balloon

Takes me to the crest,

I fall from.


Carnival of Poetry is a monthly poetry session that connects migrant workers and locals through poetry. I was glad to be a part of it. Sharing a snippet I recited.

Choosing to migrate feels like choosing distance.

Choosing to be misfiled,

like a small book

hidden away deep,

in a library’s wrong shelf.

unseen, infused with unknowns.

Losing not just people or places.

But seldom, losing a sense of self.

But who isn’t a migrant?


Few seconds in life is rarely as sublime as looking out from an airplane window to see a sunrise.

The grandeur of a shaft that looms over the sky, overarching in the early twilight reminds us of our victories over vulnerabilities- a psychological analogy that helps to imagine us surging over our inhibitions- to witness a start.

This accelerated drift in an extraterrestrial landscape can also indicate the speed at which time flies. This sunrise may depart too soon.

But the good news is that- we are the pilot of our skies.


Credit: Elena Saharova

The world is rapidly ageing.

Almost every country in the world in experiencing this shift in proportion of older people in their population. People aged 60 or above is growing at a rate of about 3 percent per year. By 2030, the number of older people in the world would be close to 1.4 billion.

This has implications in nearly all sectors of society, including labour, financial markets, the demand for goods and services, such as housing, transportation and social protection, as well as family structures and intergenerational ties.

I participated in Leap for Good hackathon to broaden my understanding…


Inspiration from UNIX Philosophy

  • Make each program do one thing well. To do a new job, build afresh rather than complicate old programs by adding new “features”.
  • Expect the output of every program to become the input to another, as yet unknown, program. Don’t clutter output with extraneous information. Avoid stringently columnar or binary input formats. Don’t insist on interactive input.
  • Design and build software, even operating systems, to be tried early, ideally within weeks. Don’t hesitate to throw away the clumsy parts and rebuild them.
  • Use tools in preference to unskilled help to lighten a programming task, even if…

Nama means bow, as means I, and te means you. Therefore, namaste literally means “I bow to you.”

When you bow, you honor the place where entire universe resides in a person. You honor light, love, truth, beauty and peace. You also acknowledge this place in yourself where these elements reside.

In a way, Namaste is to acknowledge a higher being.

Something, you might be unaware of. Something, the person you are greeting could be ignorant of. With Namaste, you are willing to seek. Something more than you see or know- a better person. In yourself and in other.

Namaste means- the highest in me, bows down to the highest in you.

It has a beautiful meaning.


Like autumn leaves, that needs to fall back to the ground.

Like rivers, rushing towards sea.
Waves in the sea that clasp one another.
Birds drifting away, in sync with each other.

like a soothing breeze and an emotion,
weaved with each other.

Nothing exists single.


When I was packing to move to a new city, my mother gave me this grinder. I kept this token of love and care in my luggage.

Very handy and easy to pack and carry.

I started to learn cooking from youtube channels and the first time I wanted to use this I opened the box and saw three components:

  • A Controller with start-stop buttons
  • A detachable blending wand
  • A jar

There was a manual attached but It was clear to me how to use the 3 components. I continued with many cooking experiments and learnt to cook several dishes. …


Deepavali is a festival to de-clutter.

The only way to de-clutter, is to ignore everything.

Ignore, and bring back the core, the essence, the absolute and the necessary.

This applies to things, thoughts and people.

And everything!

Pranay Roy

Quantitatively Curious.Writing a story with code, love, sense and simplicity. Like to put People over Products, Creativity Over Consumption.

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