I travel and read.
Poem coincides with the COVFEFE of life. I found this line “All we are not stares back at what we are” - W.H Auden in a book I was reading last night, Janice Pariat’s “Seahorse” and it kept me awake all night. Today morning I woke up to a new word coined by a new President Trump... 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 →
Inspired by Stephen King’s “On Writing: A memoir of the craft” “If you don’t have time to read, you don’t have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.” ― Stephen King, in his book On Writing Many of my friends ping me on Facebook and Instagram with messages ranging from innocuous... Continue Reading →
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