Even in my melancholy, we are one.
The guitar sits sad and fotlorn beside my dressing table…
I started this year determined about one thing: to read as much as I possibly can. I began with ‘Girl, Woman, Other’ and moved on to ‘The Shadow King’. I picked up ‘Shuggie Bain’ next, though I started it last year it was not even halfway done and I am still struggling. Meanwhile, I began…… Continue reading Phoolsunghi: a review
Like wind over fields and Saryu
I feel a vicarious joy as any novel reaches resolution.
We are a sum of our wants.
I killed some words and let them to rest in the crevices on walls of my mind.
Just when do people realise you’re sinking?
It’s fun to surprise people sometimes.
To good health and the end of coronavirus!
Resolutions? What for?
The coal laden hinterlands awaken sheepishly to the rumbling of trucks and heavy vehicles on crumbling roads. The skies for once show their true colours because later on during the day dust rises between my eyes and the expanse of air in front. All the trees wear a grumpy brown, as if they would shrink…… Continue reading Dust
The Big Fat India Wedding
I have a few greys. And by ‘a few’ I mean enough greys for people to give their piece of mind about what I should do, to regain lost melanin. I want to tell them, that follicle will never sprout a black tress naturally now. I simply sigh and let it be. Apparently a woman…… Continue reading Greys
North Gears up to welcome 30 days of winter.
Good morning, You! On a few days I do not find myself prolific with words and I don’t post. I had resolved I would blog everyday but lately it seemed exhausting. Also I didnt use to have the material to consistently blog daily. I would stare at the screen, no thoughts forthcoming. so for now…… Continue reading What’s in a name?
You’re nothing. You’re everything.
When the rats are away the dog will play
Girl,woman, other takes me to the voices that rumble on and on throughout the exuberant book.