When I found the gem called ‘Cusk’
Her words first came to me when I was at the cusp of anxiousness, fear, and amidst a pandemic: like therapy that I didn’t know I needed. These were the sort of words usually said […]
Category: Scribbles
Of characters and narratives
I asked my son one day if he wanted a Peter Rabbit storybook since he likes watching this series. His prompt reply was- “okay sure, but I want the Benjamin book”. Benjamin is Peter Rabbit’s […]
Memories, that bring back Us.
Memories have a funny way of playing with the mind. At times they come with a sudden gush, crystal clear, making us nostalgic, but sometimes they look blurred. Like when you are trying to see […]
A mixed bag of writing- through the books I read and am reading
My reading has been very sporadic the past few weeks. When on some days the reading urge came with full throttle, on others it was slow, lingering, just making it through the day. But great […]
Eureka! Eureka!
Some days I dream of an ideal place where the writing would come to me in a constant flow, words that give an appearance of being picked up by a tong in a pincer grip […]
The happy soul at Artjuna, Goa
A week back I was in Goa letting the cold waves lap my feet and soaking up the warmth that the sun and sand together exuded, trapping me in a space of ultimate calmness. Breaking […]
The Lonely City(?) or lonely in a city?
“Cities can be lonely places, and in admitting this we see that loneliness doesn’t necessarily require physical solitude, but rather an absence or paucity of connection, closeness, kinship: an inability, for one reason or another, […]
Scoot over Sherlock, here comes Enola Holmes!
Sherlock Holmes is probably the first word that comes to mind when you hear the word- detective or mystery. Arthur Conan Doyle’s books have carried the same status-quo and accumulated pools of love all these […]
Goa- A new revelation. All credits to this dainty place- Literati Bookshop Café
For the book which I spotted as “read” I felt happy and for the ones I hadn’t read, I felt anxious. I found a copy of ‘Grief is the thing with feathers’ by Max Porter […]