The Number 12

The Prophet Jacob had twelve sons, the Prophet Jesus twelve apostles. Prophet Joseph, whose story is told in the 12th surah of the Qur’an, was his father’s favourite child. Twelve loaves of bread the Jews placed at their tables. Twelve golden lions guarded the throne of Solomon. There were six steps up to the throne,... Continue Reading →

On Writing

When asked what I'd like to do with my life, it's very easy for me to say that I want to write. Whether this reply comes from the joy of writing or from the comfort of the presence of a purpose, however sheer it may be, it is hard to say. It could also be that my... Continue Reading →

On Reading Brodsky

Until further notice, it has been established at this juncture that I am not a reader of books, but of authors. For these days, I have scrounged and chowed down everything about Joseph Brodsky that I could find. The Russian poet and essayist has not only caught my fancy, but bewitched my mind so much... Continue Reading →

Stating the Obvious

For long I have refrained from writing about prevalent, plaguing social issues such as the bully that is patriarchy, pressures of marriage for age rather than reason, the stench and hypocrisy that is politics and more. Though I could never articulate why I couldn't bring myself to do it, today I have found someone who... Continue Reading →

Budding Stories

There's a feeling inside me which knocks and tells me that I'm going far away from stories. All in all it is true because I've hardly read a book in over 4 months now. I've started too many of them, but read none to the end. So this feeling is becoming more and more pronounced... Continue Reading →

On Reading Adichie

When I started reading Elif Shafak, I had no inkling that I would be introduced to a new country, its people, its amalgamated culture, and discover a city that I will come to love and eventually visit. What struck me most about reading Elif Shafak was how a book made of paper became a window into... Continue Reading →

The Plan

So far, this year has been grand. I got out of jail, fell in love again, and planted daisies in my backyard. No, seriously. After the post about forecasting, I have been working on what the future should look like and so far I have managed to come up with a sketch that may be... Continue Reading →

How?

Then Pecola asked a question that had never entered my mind. "How do you do that? I mean, how do you get somebody to love you?" But Frieda was asleep. And I didn't know. - The Bluest Eye; Toni Morrison

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