A personal ledger does not require sentiment; it requires clarity of line. At seventy-five, one does not begin a record to capture fleeting novelties or plead for remembrance. I intend merely to preserve the discipline of my observations—the structural balance between the years accumulated behind me and the forms still commanding my eye. An archive of quiet intention, set down without ornament.
डायरी · 12 अक्टू॰ 2026