I was in one of those moods today when you just want to write a long love-letter to reading. Yes, that’s a legit mood actually and thankfully!Continue reading “Fan-girling over a favorite poem”
It’s been five weeks and three days since my last post and believe me, I kept a count. It really wasn’t planned that way but one day led to another and I let it happen somehow. Continue reading “Sorry for the hiatus”
“What you seek is seeking you.” – Rumi
An eagle faces the same dilemma as other birds during the rains. To fly or not to fly. It picks the former and flies above the clouds. Every day, every individual encounters their own version of rains and the following dilemma: to fly or not to fly. Their choice chooses them. Continue reading “Scrabbles with Rumi”
How many stars are there in the sky? Infinite, or so we have been told. How many drops of water exist in the ocean? Infinite, or so we have been told. We live in a world where we count apples, colours and people and not flavour, fragrance and sky. It sounds so straightforward, right. Countable and uncountable nouns. The grammar of countable and uncountable nouns. The clarity of it all. But is it really that clear? Continue reading “To count or not to count”
“Any one of us could be made to look a monster, with selective readings of our history.” – Dangerous Girls
We all have a list of those books that we intend to read but subconsciously keep delaying for some reason. For me, it was the work of Abigail Haas. Continue reading “The dangerous lot of Abigail Haas”
The lure of Indian food and its lip-smacking diversity is well-known. If you ask any Indian living abroad, it’s perfectly possible that he/she confesses missing the food more than their own family! Can you guess the reason, after all? Continue reading “The sciency science of Indian food”
A few weeks back, I received a Whatsapp text. My Muscovite friend Katya, of whom I talk all the time in my Prochnost updates, was up to something awesome again. She had switched jobs recently and the ‘Kniga Worm‘ that she is (no literally!), she decided to get the kids in her new school excited about books by, get this, blogging about books!
On my flight to Varanasi a few weeks back, I luckily stumbled upon one of most interesting conversations I have had this entire year so far. Continue reading “One Happy Flight.”
Flipping through the pages of yet another piece of fiction, I had an epiphany. There was something wrong. The book was well-paced. Nice plot. Then what was it? After a few moments of silence, I got the answer.
Hiraeth is a Welsh word that refers to the longing for a home that no longer exists.