“Last night I dreamt I went to Manderlay again’—this line is regarded as one of the most famous lines in literature. Laced with mystery and intrigue, it provides the readers with a series of questions in the beginning of the novel, thus hooking them. What is Manderlay? Who is the narrator? Why a dream? What happened to Manderlay that she can’t go back in reality? … Continue reading The Rebecca effect
Late night musing—the phrase holds a question. What is it about the night that encourages thought? We feel an ache—a familiar one. Like something pulling at one’s heart strings; tugging so hard that it hurts. We yearn for solace and comfort. We yearn for what the fool likes to call- home. For some of us, home is the cup of hot chocolate had with the … Continue reading Late night musing
They say the soul of a city resides in its street. It has not been very long since i shifted to bangalore- just about a month or so. Being a typical north indian, my only encounter with the south is the few years i spend in hyderabad as a kid of four. My mind associates south india with women wearing gajras, spicy food, curd rice … Continue reading Bangalore Diaries (Chapter 1- First Glimpse)
English—the first global ‘lingua franca’, the most widely spoken language and the third largest native language after Mandarin and Spanish—surprisingly has neither a script to call its own nor the purity boasted of by other languages such as French and Malayalam. In order to understand the origin of this language, we need to turn back a few pages of our history books and revisit the … Continue reading The Evolution of English as a Language
October, 2013 I took a ferry ride from Anacortez, a quaint little port town in the state of Washington to Fisherman’s creek, the port of a small, not so well known island called San Juan. San Juan is situated on the waters of the Salish Sea, between the Coast of Washington and British Columbia. The month long visit to the magnificent state of Washington was … Continue reading The Trip of a Lifetime….
The heart never forgets- it hides the unwanted in the room of requirements. The mind, on the other hand, is a clever creature– it conveniently buries it in the mariana trench. Continue reading The old battle
They called her Desiree– conceived of love; perceived of love; a victim of love she was. After all her biggest fault was being Desiree. Continue reading Desiree