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The revisited dream · The haunting decision that should have been taken · The difference that a yes would have made · The trance treasured, knowing that the bubble would burst any moment · The sweet delusion.
a memoir of etchings and wanderings
The revisited dream · The haunting decision that should have been taken · The difference that a yes would have made · The trance treasured, knowing that the bubble would burst any moment · The sweet delusion.
I’m not a huge poem connoisseur, but this I’ve always had a weak spot for Rudyard Kipling’s works. Not just because he wrote so much about India, but that they had a certain soul to them. I had read ‘If’ by Kipling when I was younger, but I think it is now that I understand a bit of what he meant to tell us. If you can keep your head … Continue reading “If.” →
I believe that even if we are fortunate enough to travel to every country on the globe, there will be much left unseen. And most of it will be what lies beneath. Under the expansive sheet of oceans, which make for three quarters of our planet. What beauty resides there? What mysteries there are in the depths that man has yet not been able to reach? How many wondrous life … Continue reading “Take Part!” →
So, I came across this article written by a friend who I’ve never really met, but know through a lot of a common people. She recently got married and moved to the UK, now freelances and often writes. She talks about the arranged marriages. Yes. Something I’m uncomfortable talking about. Not because I think that it might be my saga as well. And I don’t have an opinion about it, … Continue reading “Love Conundrum” →
Today the sun is hidden behind a thick cloud cover. Today I’m thinking of driving away, with the wind in my hair. Today feels like the perfect day to lie in a hammock and sip at pink lemonade. Today, I want to call a friend and tell them I miss them. Today makes me think where I’d go if I could fly. Today I’m dreaming with eyes wide open. Today, … Continue reading “About Today” →
Muscat, for me is so packed with memories that there is probably no such place that I can go to without being reminded that this is the place where I grew up. Just this morning, on my way to work I spotted a man who looked like someone I knew. Identifying an uncanny resemblance, I twisted in my seat to get a better look as the car whooshed past. Hoping … Continue reading “The Withdrawn Mathematician” →
Books. I love everything about them. The mysteries they hold. The satisfying whiff when I hold them close. The anticipation when you have to leave them midway and the gratification in having completed a story. Reading from Mischief Managed, I thought of listing the ones that top my list and the ten authors who will always be on my auto-buy list. J.K. Rowling. For the pure magic she spins. Except … Continue reading “Turning Pages” →
Football, to me has always been a game that epitomises honesty, sweat and sportsmanship. Last night’s La Liga match was everything but those. From the very little that I understand about football, I have been able to decipher that it is one of the cleanest of sports. I must have been crazy to think that shoving and fixing would not be overlooked by FIFA. Evidently, it was. Now, to clear the air, … Continue reading “El Clásico” →
A couple of new beginnings. The tense excitement that follows. I’ve mustered the courage to put myself out there and dream. Now to reach out and make it happen. Here’s to a shubhaarambh.
For anyone who loves movies, the Academy Awards are a definite calendar event. Thanks to a friend living in New York, I caught around half an hour of the show being live streamed on a shady website. My favourites from the evening: # Charlize Theron in that pristine Christian Dior Haute Couture dress, Roger Vivier shoes, and Harry Winston jewellery. Stunner. Dazzle! # Adele winning for Skyfall. # Daniel Day … Continue reading “Cinema Gold” →