The Museum of Innocence- a review

  Tragedies are the best love stories- someone had once told me. I hadn’t understood it then. But the matter became clear to me after reading Orhan Pamuk’s ‘The Museum of Innocence.’ This is a novel on love, on loss, on long lost love waiting to be replenished, on war, on politics, on forgotten things that evoke memories of the past, on Istanbul. On the … Continue reading The Museum of Innocence- a review

Lahiri’s Interpreter of Maladies

  I have often wondered who I am. Am I a type or am I an exception? I like to think of myself as the modern global citizen. But what does that even mean? Does the global citizen have a cuisine to call her own? Do we have a dinner table ritual like every other culture? Do we let our children drink with us? Do … Continue reading Lahiri’s Interpreter of Maladies

A forgotten room filled with unwanted things

*I haven’t read the whole book yet. These are just some thoughts I cannot seem to shrug after reading the first 100 pages of Orhan Pamuk’s “The Museum of Innocence.” “My whole life depends on you now.” This is a line in a book that achieves more than its function, for me. Upon reading this line to myself, I imagined a dusty room filled with … Continue reading A forgotten room filled with unwanted things