All The World’s A Stage
Are we too in love with the stories to appreciate the realities of life? The stage is a metaphor for our distancing.
Book reviews & analyses
Are we too in love with the stories to appreciate the realities of life? The stage is a metaphor for our distancing.
Can you miss someone who died before you ever met them? Yes, if you are a reader. I miss Marsha Mehran.
Everyone else withers away into corpses, but a writer leaves behind a corpus. Reading is an act of timeless love. Be a reader.
I love a good romcom. I am a feminist. I’ve always been conflicted about ‘He’s Just Not That Into You’.
I read a really lovely book, featuring a club of men in traditionally macho professions (sports jocks, nightclub owners) getting together to learn about women and relationships by reading romance novels. The premise tickled me and its chicklit style carried me through well. Most of all, I found myself feeling…
My SoulMate Is A Book
“Eena, I sang for an hour today”, says Lolita to her imaginary friend.
I went on just one date in February. It felt familiar but not identical. I had had a date a lot like this one, over 12 years ago.
I hope the whirling never ends. Then I remember, nothing is endless.
I did this on Instagram. I was touched by the sensitivity of the questions asked. It helped me shift the heaviness of my heart.