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”
My stupid fever relapsed earlier this week, so this week was largely devoted to catching up with my Duolingo. I did some speaking exercises on phrases, but the key to this is the word ‘some’.
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”
I wrote this haiku with a very different idea but on second thoughts, I can see this one meaning different things for different people. Continue reading “In One Piece – a haiku”
The term detective fiction is made of two words: detective + fiction. However, more often than not, the focus of such books lies on the first part, i.e. the mighty detective. Well, not always. In Tana French’s Dublin Murder Squad series, the focus tilts towards the fiction part and that isn’t even the best part!
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!
This post comes after a month-long delay, so I want to apologize right away for that! I was travelling and fell sick, followed by a slightly long recovery, thereby making me want to just lie down and read. That’s no excuse, but still I wanted to say that. Continue reading “Project Prochnost: Week 13”
यह कविता एक मरते हुए व्यक्ति के आखिरी विचार हैं, जब वो ये चिन्तन कर रहा है कि उसने जीवन में आख़िर क्या खोया और क्या पाया ।
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.”