Books & Reading

The voice in which she read to me…

Tomorrow is ‘Mother’s Day’ in some parts of the world and so, at 7:00 am I’ll get on the phone, dial the only number I know by heart and wait for her familiar voice to greet me. I can gauge mum’s mood instantly, it is instinctual. Some day’s she’s excited to tell me the latest […]

”All readers are aspiring writers in a way…”

I have just finished my second reading of ‘Norwegian Wood’ by Haruki Murakami. I first read it a year and a half ago after I had acquired it on Aamzon while searching for Paulo Coelho’s ‘Manuscripts Found in Accara’.  The choice seemed random, yet something told me to purchase it instead. ‘Norwegian Wood’ was an […]

Pamuk’s Museum of Innocence

I’ve only managed to read a measly eight books this year. Just eight. That’s three less than the 11 books I read in 2014. One of the reasons for the slump in my reading statistics is the time I devoted to each of these books. Orhan Pamuk’s ‘The Museum of Innocence’ has taken me the […]

Everything is Just a Phase

January 12, 2015 I have just assigned my class a challenge and have presented them with a writing prompt. I’ve told them that I am going to take this challenge with them and so here I am scribbling away on a sheet of ruled paper, toying with my words. Final chapters, closing doors, clocks ticking […]

Gabriel Garcia Marquez – Memories of My Melancholy Whores

To get the obvious out-of-the-way, Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s writing is stunningly gorgeous. That goes without saying. After having read ‘100 Years of Solitude’ and ‘Love in the time of Cholera’ I knew I was in for a treat when my Facebook Book Club decided to select ‘Memories of My Melancholy Whores.’ Unlike his other books […]

I Don’t Know What to Title This

Let me just preface this post by saying that very rarely do I attempt to write in verse and after you’ve read what follows, you’ll know why. It lacks structure, there is no form, neither does it rhyme nor can it be categorized as blank verse….so I really don’t know what this is.  All I […]

Ithaca – Poetry Inspiration 101

I was talking to some friends at my local Starbucks the other day and brought up an allusion to one of my favorite poems – a poem they were unfamiliar with: Ithaca, by Constantine Cavafy. I used to have a printout of this poem stuck inside my cupboard at home in India, probably since I […]