Adhyayan · pause reflect and write
A notebook, a pen, and whoever shows up.
Every weekend, we gather at community spaces like museums, courtyards, rooftops, sometimes just a cafe corner.
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We host weekly meetups in Raipur. Stay tuned for the next edition.
This month we'll try to explore the symphony of sounds of our favourite music. Music is often felt, and also has the ability to make you feel everything. This month we'll try to express the music within. From the early retro songs, to ghazals, to songs with weird lyrics, we'll cover everything :) So stay tuned......
Upcoming sessions in this theme (4 sessions)
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नग़्मा
"Retro songs "
Dard -e- mujik
"music that makes your mind to go silent and head to bob."
Seher-e-ghazal
"Seher-e-ghazal "
The musical kaleidoscope
"Music Genres "
Our meetup rhythm
What happens at a session
Whether it's your first time writing or you carry a notebook everywhere, there's a seat for you at our table.
Write
You can come with a pre-written piece, or write on the spot using prompts or conversations happening around.
Read it out loud
You can read your piece to an encouraging circle. If you have brought an object? You can tell the story behind it; we call these item stories.
Photograph and recap
We close each session with a group photo, a short recap, and an evening full of memories.
Community archive
Featured writings
Looking Isn’t Enough
Recently, I came to know about this house people call a “Humble Abode.” I didn't even know the meaning of Abode and I had to google. But somehow, that made ...
The Jukebox
In my heart, a jukebox plays changing tracks for changing days when sadness wraps its claw and evening turns cold and raw it plays the blues, low and slow...
दर्द-ए-ग़ज़ल
हम रात भर उनकी तारीफ करते रहे, उन्हें चौधवीं का चाँद कहते रहे, हम लफ़्ज़ों पे एहसास पिरोते रहे, कमज़र्फ़ उसे ग़ज़ल समझ कर सुनते रहे।...
Between Real and Feigned
The zephyr in the cold nights, With hope of a few more sights of you, Reminiscing the death of mine With you, sitting beside my corpse.. The reassurance...
A Little Longer
The quiet, serene wilds and winds, There, standing a couple With sad and painful lines drew on their faces The eyeballs speaking of separation, The lips, ...
Meetup memories
Group pictures & spot highlights
A glimpse into our weekend circles and community smiles.