Stories for Memories; Trading Stories for Memories!

At age 40, you don’t expect someone 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, bittersweet; memories that open the door 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

An Open Letter to Tourists

My dear fellow travelers,

Why do you carry the city with you wherever you go? Why do you tuck it into your little purses, stuff it into your bags, or pack it into your suitcases?

Can’t you leave it behind where it’s meant to be? Read More

Relax, Unwind, Breathe, Repeat.

The hammock swings side to side: left-right, left-right, left-right …

The cicadas murmured in their typical, mechanical fashion – trrrr … trrr … trrrr … – which I find oddly comforting, almost like a lullaby.

My friend gives the hammock a gentle push and it comes back to its rhythmic swing.

Left-right, left-right, left-right …

Side to side, side to side, side to side… Read More

How I Got the Better of New Year Resolutions

Happy New Year!

Yes, I know. It is rather late in the day for cheerful new year wishes, but it’s not for nothing that I have perfected the art of procrastination.

So, I’ll say once again, ‘Happy New Year’ and it’s up to you to take it or leave it.

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Happy Indifference Day, Folks!

Independence day has come and gone. Flags were hoisted all over the city and people exhibited that smidgeon of patriotism they especially reserve for this day. All of a sudden, their heart swelled with pride as songs from Hindi movies played in the background.

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