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
Could you live with the night in your sunny universe? Could you accommodate a tear in your vast smile? Could you stay awake when all you needed was sleep? Could you fool yourself in thinking everything was fine? Could you carry the burden of the past knowing it wasn’t one of yours? Could you be fine for you and i both? Could you desire when … Continue reading Could you?
I like treasure hunts. I like history. I like the thought of ‘El Dorado’ existing somewhere in my backyard. I like the search for things long gone. I strive to achieve the impossible. Yes, I like living in the past. Call me an escapist but I like fiction over nonfiction. It is more peaceful than the latter and allows room for imagination and possibilities. And … Continue reading Musings
Today I sit looking into the horizon; the colours are similar- similar to the day we sat hand in hand staring at the skyline. Our eyeballs had changed colors; our mouths had been shut; but our hearts rang with music. You told me that day- this is not the end. A goodbye said today is a hello said tomorrow. You will live in me as a vague memory; … Continue reading Time