Vidisha Barwal

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An honest & sincere training in the course of Architecture makes one a good human.

Please turn off this loud music in the neighbourhood. Nagrota Bagwan.

I could think of nothing better to do than to go to bed.  Franz Kafka, 1907.

@authorjayyadav Indeed!

@barwalvidisha One of the best writer from our North East. I Love her writings.

We have the sweetness of life. Easterine Kire.

Somebody into a road rash tonight. Repeatedly. Seems like a motor bike raging in thrill by the main road. Nagrota Bagwan.

Baat baat par pataakhey phhodne ka kya matlab bantaa hai yaar, kharaab hawa aur sar mein dard.

Snowfall past two days up away on those mountains, sending wintry winds upon us.

Heard loud crackers blowing off in the neighbourhood leading to discomfort in my mind and I got reminded about what time of the year is this.

Incessant rains finally cease leaving us in pause and a serious moment of ponder.

Kafka didn't live and die for you to feel alone and crumble under the bureaucratic and material-driven hellhole of this world. Embrace the awareness in you. Embrace the bug in you. Here's to the man who understood our souls better than anyone! Always, Your bug 🐛

आप सभी जानते हैं, हमारा प्रदेश इस समय भीषण आपदा से जूझ रहा है और इसे आपदा-ग्रस्त राज्य घोषित किया गया है। इस कठिन समय में आपदा-प्रभावित परिवारों से मिलने कुल्लू ज़िला पहुँच रहा हूँ। इस आपदा ने कई परिवारों की हँसती-खेलती ज़िंदगी तबाह कर दी है। आशियाने उजड़ गए हैं और लोग अपनों को खोने के ग़म में डूबे हुए हैं।

The Words Between Us . Personal Essay by @PrivyTrifles: ‘Language is meant to bring us closer… And when we turn language into a line in the sand and use it to exclude, to shame, to assert dominance, we forget its most sacred purpose: to connect.’ thechakkar.com/home/thewordsb…

@AmulyaBhuria Nagrota Bagwan

@barwalvidisha Kahan?

Earthquake ka jhatka.

I was well sitting on the chair talking on mobile phone when the chair underwent a jolt and along with i was jolted too.

"Not every battle at work is worth fighting for. You don't have to fix every situation. You don't have to correct every comment. Sometimes, walking away from the noise is the real power move."

When I reflect on my life and its inevitable regrets, I always return to this Kafka quote. It reminds me how tragically misplaced the world is; where souls like his felt crushed under the weight of a hollow, performative existence.

After a day that entirely shone, came the clouds reigning.

Monsoon is here but the fireflies are not. Just a selfish me standing in the courtyard staring at the street light.