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There are photographs that are taken because something looks beautiful. Then there are photographs that are taken because they preserve a feeling. This was the latter. I clicked this photograph while leaving school for the day, standing on the stairs of the Nalanda Library, looking across at the IB flagship building of Manchester Global School. Above it hung a sky heavy with monsoon clouds, dark enough to promise rain but patient enough to hold back for a little while longer.

Last evening, while gazing upon the Hyderabad skyline from my window, I found myself momentarily arrested by the sight of a crescent moon suspended delicately above the city. It was one of those rare evenings when the heavens briefly forgive urban planning. The moon floated there with old world serenity while beneath it rose the contemporary ambitions of mankind in concrete, glass, and questionable architectural confidence. Cranes stood like mechanical giraffes. Apartment tow

Reflections on John Palmer's 'Parmenides and Presocratic Philosophy.' Some books arrive at a moment when one is already prepared to listen. John Palmer’s 'Parmenides and Presocratic Philosophy felt like such a book to me. It did not feel like a text I merely read. It felt like a sustained conversation, one that unfolded slowly, sometimes arduously, but always with a quiet insistence that something important was at stake. By the time I finished it, I found myself thinking not

After a year away from it, I have finally started teaching Bob Dylan’s songs in class again, and I cannot express how good it feels....