what you create is creating you
When I began with Russian, I tailored my approach rather unconventionally, with learning the script before reading even the first thing about its grammar. It worked out pretty well for me as within three days of week 1, I was able to write and pronounce Russian correctly. So that was that! Continue reading “Project Prochnost: Week 4”
If I have to choose one word to describe my Russian practice over the past week, it would be ‘Maths’. I practiced writing names of Russian numbers AND struggled way too much getting singular-plural exercises right. Phew! Continue reading “Project Prochnost: Week 3”
Another week has come to an end and it’s been pretty great. Like I mentioned last week, it took me some time to get comfortable with Cyrillic alphabets and it’s indeed better after a fortnight. Continue reading “Project Prochnost: Week 2”
It’s been a week since my last post and I promised of weekly updates, so here I am. I spent 45 minutes every single day, right with a timer, trying to get the hang of Cyrillic alphabets. Continue reading “Project Prochnost: Week 1”
“.. during all the years until 1961, not only was I convinced I should never see a single line of mine in print in my lifetime, but, also, I scarcely dared allow any of my close acquaintances to read anything I had written because I feared this would become known.” – Solzhenitsyn Continue reading “Prochnost: a tribute”
“Nothing in the real world is as beautiful as the illusions of a person about to lose consciousness.” Continue reading “What I Talk About When I Talk About Running”
“I think… if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.” Continue reading “Anna Karenina”
I visited Varanasi last year and clicked this picture during my boat ride across the river Ganges. There was something about these shivering reflections that stayed with me all this time and today, when I began to write my first Haiku, this image was all I could think of. Continue reading “Reflections”
“Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”
“This is when I understood that we can do without almost anything – our home, even our country. But we will never do without other people, and we will never do without family.”
Continue reading “The Girl with Seven Names: A North Korean Defector’s Story”
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