Dear L, During college, I used to occupy a corner room in our house which was ostensibly my workshop & lab. I used to build things there, mostly electronics, sometimes run experiments etc.
Dear L, Once, on a walk with my Father, he mused about a question that I never managed to forget. How high a kilometre is, he had asked. The question wasn’t meant
Dear L, On one hot summer day, back when I was in school, a teacher told us about a — at that time peculiar — a habit of a famous Bengali poet, Rabindranath Tagore who
Dear L, Among very few of my pet peeves, one of my most long-standing ones is my mild repulsion towards scientific descriptions being boiled down to words, devoid of any underlying mathematical strata.
Dear L, Lately, I have been in a mild perpetual wonder. How do human minds, not very different from yours or mine collectively build systems as complicated as self-driving cars, or rockets? The