Journal Entries, 2016
A love poem in pieces of my heart and pages from my journal.
Book reviews & analyses
A love poem in pieces of my heart and pages from my journal.
Kiran Nagarkar’s legacy is making me ponder questions of dignity.
Most bookshops don’t have an entire aisle on poetry. Poetry has never really found a home in my book shelf or life.
Because of the Bollywood associations, I was worried that ‘The Guide’ would disappoint me when other RK Narayan works had delighted.
I never imagined my life as an epic. And The Lord of The Rings wasn’t even one of my favorite books. Yet, it’s odd the way things turn out, what you’re intended for and what is intended for you. At the age of 30, I pivoted my life from behind…
Healing is messy. So is art. So is living. With lots of love to @senseslenses and @shaunakde for helping make my life & healing, art. My journey in watercolours.
Returning to a book I first read nearly a decade ago made me think about how many times I truly had that last chance.
Of all the readers in the world with whom to bond over LOTR, I never expected one to be my teacher.
LOTR came to me from the person who inducted me into the fellowship of readers.
We didn’t speak at our first meeting. He wore orange trousers & skulked in a corner. I was the life of the party in pinstripes. Irony clinked glasses all around. I discovered he had a blog & I visited from my anonymous account. It was much better than the one…