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.
Seher-e-ghazal
Seher-e-Ghazal is our attempt to give ghazals the stage, attention, and appreciation they deserve. An evening to bring your favourite ghazals, yap about the ones you love, and discover what they mean to someone else. Write and bring something inspired by your favourite ghazal, and spend an evening listening to its echoes through everyone else's words, interpretations, and stories.
This week's prompt
"Seher-e-ghazal "
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 (3 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 "
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 ...
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, ...
My dystopia
When I was young, I believed chasing perfection was the route to utopia. The route envisioned a dream of productivity towards seizing the day. Perfection wa...
The निराशा Society
Making every freedom feel like कमज़ोर and नाज़ुक, With a tad amount of प्रोत्साहन And a major amount of ताने and चुगली Hence making a captive society to liv...
आम सी कहानी
एक सवेरे बैठे हुए एक इच्छा हुई कि आज एक आम खाया जाए। घरवाली से कहा कि एक आम ले कर आता हूँ। सोचा कि पेड़ से तोड़ लेता हूँ जैसे बचपन में तोड़ा करता था। बाहर...
Golden smile
Blinding white sewage, Crystal-clear water, Flowing without a trace. Walking slowly, On tiptoes, on a slippery floor. Every corner shines, Reflects my f...
Meetup memories
Group pictures & spot highlights
A glimpse into our weekend circles and community smiles.