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Podcast - Bus Kahani Hai

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T his post is dedicated to introducing my Podcast - Bus Kahani Hai . I have made this podcast with an intention to connect to people through my voice. This is not only a means of sharing my views and stories with the world but is also a medium to talk to myself.   A podcast is a good medium to connect with people as it does not demand the attention of your eyes; all it wants from you is to lend your ears. Often when you are commuting on a bus or in a metro, listening to a podcast can be a great idea: All you need is an earphone and bingo! My Podcast - Bus Kahani Hai has a Trailer as an introduction and episodes that are published from time to time. All the episodes so far have been archived below with dedicated links for one-click listening. Also, it is my humble request to leave your valuable feedback and comments on this post or on my  Instagram page   https://www.instagram.com/neoimaginations/     Twitter handle  Bus Kahani Hai              Latest Episodes Episode 4 : Khidki Ke Baa
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Dust and Gold - A Mystery

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Dust and Gold.         Neoimaginations Copyright When you cannot see anything, w hen you cannot shout, when you are nowhere; You are somewhere. Somewhere, don't know where but where darkness is a color. Dead darkness. And you strain your eyes to know what lies behind the darkness behind the black. The more you see nothing, the more you quench to know more. The more you quench for more the more you try to fathom. Where knowing nothing is a bless, where knowing something is a burden. Where zero is a stage you strive to achieve. Zero is powerful. Zero is a goal. When you have everything you will know what it means to own zero; to own nothing absolutely nothing. From a desire to having a desire to have no desire at all.              A content being. Satiated. No sorrows yet no laugh. You smile but you are not happy. But you are not sad as well. It's just being a zero. A perfect zero. It's not a perfect hundred and yet a perfect hundred. A perfect zero. If you lack
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My Secret place, my muse , my solace.

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My Secret place, my muse, my solace!  How much I love to come to you?  When I am sad and broken -- you revamp me to face it all again. I know we speak; I know places speak to people. After my first post on this blog, I was striving hard to write the next. But nothing was conclusive enough to be presented. And now, when I was determined to sleep after my breakfast due to previous night commitment, this thought did not permit me to. It kept on coming to my mind until I got up and settled to write. Though the place I am gonna talk about is far from my reach and I haven't been to it for a long long time but still my previous engagements with the place have been memorable and spiritual. It is dedicated to that secret, eccentric place I was once romancing with. The place I am talking about is a few miles away from my modern campus where I was living once. A branched path from the main road led to this place. It was away from time and people. No one visited it anymore, no one
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