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

The Mask We Wear

Dear Friend,

I took off my mask and laid it aside,
And you didn’t cringe at what you saw.
You didn’t taunt,
You didn’t chide,
You didn’t shudder,
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Let’s Start at the Very Beginning …

In a previous blog post, I had expressed, almost giddyingly, how much I loved stories. And I’d also mentioned that the first movie I watched was the one that started my love affair with all things 70mm – Sound of Music.

I have no recollection of how old I was when I first saw this movie, but I have watched it a hundred times since and will probably score a triple century before I kick the bucket.

Yes, I love it that much. Read More

A Midsummer Night

It’s 2.45 in the morning and I am sitting on my terrace. The drowsiness that had been weighing on my eyelids not five minutes ago has turned into dreaminess. After standing in total silence for a while, I slip down to the floor and rest myself against the wall, my back crying out in gratitude for the support. Noddy, my dog, curls up next to me, reluctant to be out while the storm threatens to create mischief. And yet, he is apprehensive to leave me by myself. He shifts his position to be as close to me as possible and we both are comforted by each other’s presence.

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Excuse Me, Could you Fall for My Charm, Please?

Women have always fascinated me, especially the kind who believe their looks, beauty, clothes, style, makeup and accessories make the world go round; those who are of the opinion that they’re God’s gift to mankind. Let me change that – they firmly believe that they’re God’s gift to mankind. After all, opinions suggest that they can be changed, but beliefs … in India? Ha ha ha, good luck!

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