One Night, and Thereafter

Yesterday, I attended a very beautiful talk at a Literature Festival. My visit to the festival made me realize what I had been sorely missing out on this year. Although I attended just one session, was hugged by a known writer, and then walked around Bandra alone on a cool winter’s night, it was reassuring... Continue Reading →

The Four Layers of Linen

Recently, I saw the 2011 Woody Allen movie Midnight in Paris. Although, it was recommended to me a long time ago, I could never lay my hands on it. It was aired on HBO a few days ago and I happened to see it. On an unrelated note, I think watching movies on the TV... Continue Reading →

Letting it Be

At times, I don't know how I am feeling. A sense of nothingness exists within me. I am not whining neither am I elated. I am not down in the dumps neither am I one among the stars. I don't feel miserable neither do I feel joyous. I just am. Just am. I am writing...just... Continue Reading →

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