I travel and read.
How beautiful it is when you stumble upon a beautiful thing by serendipity? For me, it was a piece of poetry by Wilfred Owen, called Anthem for Doomed Youth. I found it when I picked up this book, Regeneration. Pat Barker won the Booker Prize for the third instalment in this trilogy, “The Ghost Road,”... Continue Reading →
“Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe” by Fannie Flagg. We need to read books that talk about togetherness, in the time of He Who Is Too Disgusting To Be Named. Books that have characters who used to laugh and love their neighbours. Books that bring fresh hope for a life that can be... Continue Reading →
“The hundred-year-old man who climbed out of the window and disappeared”. Wordy right? The immediate feeling I had when I picked up the book was that geriatrics would very well mumble something like that in general conversation. I became nostalgic and went back to a long lost rainy afternoon spent with my hundred-year-old grandma (umm,... Continue Reading →
Some bridges have to be burnt, some paradises lost. On a beautiful morning, you may walk on the edge of the lake and go searching for the bridge; no matter how obscured by the fog in your mind, your legs will grow eyes of their own, and you will land up in the broken bridge.... Continue Reading →
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