Stories for Memories; Trading Stories for Memories!

At age 40, you don’t expect someone like me to pick up an Enid Blyton. Surely, I am too old for that?!? But as much as books mean stories, they also mean memories. Memories: lively, painful, colourful, haunting, and bittersweet. Memories that open up doors to a time you feel you’ve left far behind, but is actually just one thought away.

I have memories of being introduced to my first ever library – the collection of books my aunt and my cousins had in their house. Stacked one on top of the other, the books were placed pell-mell in that disorganised, yet loving manner that most book lovers (and hoarders) are so familiar with. Read More

2014: New Year, New Resolutions … MY NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS!

Every year, as the old year draws to an end and the new year stands expectantly outside our door, just waiting to be let in, I get these uncontrollable pangs of excitement. I am as nervous as a dancer about to make her first public appearance and, at the same time, as giddy as a little kid going to Disneyland for the first time.

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A ‘Sweet’ Trip Down Memory Lane

Nostalgia is a funny thing. There is no telling where you might suddenly bump into an old memory tucked away in some dark, less-frequented recesses of your brain or what might suddenly trigger off an almost dramatic flashback sequence, not unlike the hammy scene you would see in a 70s or 80s Hindi blockbuster. Except, I don’t wildly clutch my hair and totter around like a maniac with a bucket-load of sweat escaping through every pore in my body!

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