World Music Day

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Music is a universal language that transcends beyond the very things that divide man. Race, nationality, language, gender, and class all lose their significance in front of music’s graceful dance. After all, music speaks directly to the soul and thus she has the power to weave connections that the mind never could. Every year on the summer solstice day as the bright sun illuminates the sky, the world comes together to celebrate music in all her splendour and grace.

I wrote this article for Exhibit Magzine on World Music Day. To read the complete article click here.

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Ooho edible water bubbles!

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Water you can eat

Ooho is a small, circular, bubble-shaped membrane, with a small volume of water enclosed inside it. The membrane is made from brown algae and calcium chloride and is thus both sustainable and edible. One can simply poke a hole in the membrane and drink the water or better even just eat the water bubble directly. Ooho is normally tasteless, but both flavours and colours can be added to it. The membrane is biodegradable and takes only four to six weeks to decompose, like a piece of fruit. While primarily for water Ooho can also contain other liquids such as soft drinks and spirits.

I wrote this article for Exhibit Magazine. To read the complete article click here.

A little boy i knew

There was this little boy i knew 

who was an open book 

and yet a mystery too.

He had deep enchanting playful eyes 

with a rare innocent sparkle like stars in the night sky.

There was this little boy i knew 

who was like the ocean

and also like the dew.

He had a clumsy awkward smile 

that never failed to inspire like an ink spill that created a picture.

There was this little boy i knew 

who was a lion 

and yet a butterfly too. 

He had a pure and just heart 

with a bubbly naughty coat like ripples in a still silent pool.

There was this little boy i knew 

who was like the sun 

and also like the moon. 

He had a fiery uninhibited laughter 

that carried a musical softness like water waves dancing along rocks.

There was this little boy i knew 

who was a novel 

and yet a poem too.

He had a kind sincere soul which only spoke the truth 

with a refreshing idealism like a baby just out of the womb. 

There was this little boy i knew 

who was like the unfolding universe 

and also like the dust 

He had a great destiny a noble purpose

that anyone who saw into his eyes felt like a prophecy was being read.

With great dismay i must admit 

it has been a while since i have seen him.

Everyday as i stare into the clear waters of a lake 

i wait for him on the other side 

hoping that he will once again show himself 

and this time never leave my side.