Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

Like the marbles, memory rolls back and forth, sometimes sideways only to drop in the tunnel of forgetting. Thankfully some letters are never posted and some memories remain hidden in cobwebs.

Jyoti Babel on Insignificant: Poetic Reflections on the Vast Cosmos and Self
Thank you so much for your appreciation and kind words. Hume jab ehsaas hota hai ki is brahmand mein hum bindu matra bhi nahi hai, toh sab pareshaniya...
Madhu Verma on Insignificant: Poetic Reflections on the Vast Cosmos and Self
Jyoti, bahut hi acchi poem likhi hai tumne 👌 Brahmand ki vishalta aur insaan ke chhote hone ka ehsaas itne pyaare andaaz mein bayaan kiya hai... ...
Madhu Verma on Winning the Fastest Line Follower Trophy at Technoxian World Robotics Championship
Congratulations to budding robotics enthusiasts Ayush Gupta, Shrutika Negi, and Sampriti Bisht for winning the Fastest Line Follower Trophy at the Tec...
A K Nanda on Ei Korechho Bhalo Nithur He — English Translation of Tagore’s Song
Rajan Ji I'm extremely grateful for your comments on my translation of Tagore's poem of Geetanjali "Ei Korechho Bhalo". I had to do this on the insis...
NS Rajan on Ei Korechho Bhalo Nithur He — English Translation of Tagore’s Song
Nandaji. Namashkar. I have no knowledge of Bangla. But who hasn't heard of 'Geetanjali'? it is an irony that when I was in College in 1952, I won tw...