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 →
Burn that bridge, lose that paradise.
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 →