From time to time, I am bewildered by how it takes me an inordinate amount of time to understand intentions or certain things people do. For all my powers of observation that be, I am pretty dense sometimes. Genuinely, I am like that cartoon character in shows who understands the event long after it has... Continue Reading →
Tiny Beautiful Things There was Wild starring Reese Witherspoon. Before that, there was this piece on BrainPickings about how to write like a motherfucker. Before that, there was an overwhelming expansion of the heart while reading Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar. And much, much before that was the dear... Continue Reading →
I did not take part in NaNoWriMo this year. In fact, I haven't written anything substantial since NaNoWriMo 2014. That was the last time I closed 35000 words on my book. It has been lying so ever since. I did not finish the script I was writing with Boy. He left, as you would know.... Continue Reading →
They say the world is a comedy to those who think, and a tragedy to those who feel. Unequivocally, by nature, I belong to the category that downs the world as a tragedy. It's just who I am. However, after one year of "feeling", so to speak, I think I've reached a stage where I... Continue Reading →
I'm not going to write titles that sum up my post, anymore. I'm going to leave a letter here a word there and be done with it. So that people have to read through it to know what it's about. So that in my small way, I rebel against the clickbaits and get slowly pushed... Continue Reading →
John Steinbeck's novel, The Grapes of Wrath has been lying on my table(s) for a few weeks now. It's a long read, punctuated with lots of dust, chapters that scribble a picture from words, and slowly describe the migration of the Joad family. According to a Brainpicking's post, Steinbeck kept a diary while writing this... Continue Reading →
Earlier in the day, I left my dreams outside, for my trying spirit had dried.When I walked ahead and saw reality naked, I took them back inside.
It has been an absolutely awful day. Nothing could salvage it - not a walk near a fountain, not the butterscotch ice cream, and not even french fries. In the larger scheme of things, I know that it won't matter and this day will be inconsequential. That I didn't pick up the threads and tie... Continue Reading →