Comes and Goes (In Waves)

Earlier this year, I read Things I Don't Want to Know by Deborah Levy. It's a first person narrative of the South African writer and her answer to George Orwell's essay, "Why I Write". At the time, I was also reading another book in which there is an Egyptian character who is a paying guest... Continue Reading →

Fields of Gold

A few days ago, I had a thought about Elizabeth Gilbert and Cheryl Strayed. One that I forgot. Something about them being soul sisters, except that they are not. I didn't make a note of the thought, maybe because I was sleeping, too knocked out to actually give a fig or because I was binge-watching... Continue Reading →

Lost Stars

Entrenched inside movies and books, sometimes I find things that I would want to do. Earlier it used to get me all giddy-up. Fiction embellished reality in ways more than one. Of course, it still does. But now, I take a step back and steady myself before embarking on journeys set by characters I adore.... Continue Reading →

Warm Vanilla Sugar, And Other Things

“CALVIN: This whole Santa Claus thing just doesn't make sense. Why all the secrecy? Why all the mystery? If the guy exists why doesn't he ever show himself and prove it? And if he doesn't exist what's the meaning of all this? HOBBES: I dunno. Isn't this a religious holiday? CALVIN: Yeah, but actually, I've got... Continue Reading →

Homes

Of all of Elif Safak's books that I have read, The Architect's Apprentice is my least favourite. It's quite laborious and tedious in many ways. However, I took something away from the book that I turn to sometimes whenever I can remember that I am a (dormant) artist. An artist nonetheless. In the book, the... Continue Reading →

Conversations and Chai

[et_pb_section fullwidth="on" specialty="off"][et_pb_fullwidth_post_title admin_label="Fullwidth Post Title" title="on" meta="on" author="on" date="on" categories="on" comments="on" featured_image="on" featured_placement="background" parallax_effect="on" parallax_method="off" text_orientation="center" text_color="dark" text_background="off" text_bg_color="rgba(255,255,255,0.9)" module_bg_color="rgba(255,255,255,0)" title_all_caps="off" use_border_color="off" border_color="#ffffff" border_style="solid" title_text_color="#ffffff" /][/et_pb_section][et_pb_section][et_pb_row][et_pb_column type="4_4"][et_pb_text admin_label="Text"] There is love; beneath the cackle, irrational dispositions, chipped nail polish and even in unanswered calls for saving. There is love; forgotten in the words that... Continue Reading →

Scattering Wishes

Today, I called a friend to wish him for his birthday. I like instinctive conversations, as I am sure we all do. A part of the conversation went like this: Me: Are you in Delhi or Hyderabad now? Him: Delhi. I came over for the weekend. But I'm planning to come back for good man.... Continue Reading →

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