a memoir of etchings and wanderings
Over the past two weekends, I have taken to quarantining myself to the house and doing absolutely nothing. A huge portion of the activity is attributed to the overbearing summers which are simply not in the mood to go away. Hence the Saturdays and the Sundays are spent in the confines of the single air conditioned room reading, catching up on sleep or watching movies/series on the laptop (Since the … Continue reading “Atlantis” →
The qualifying match between India and Pakistan must be the most discussed topic in traditional as well as social media over the past week and especially through yesterday! And what a match it was! Age old political differences and all kinds of mixed emotions rolled into one game where pressures were mounting every second. Mohali was the place to be yesterday, but those of us who were watching the big … Continue reading “A Game of Cricket” →
A jolt is all you need. A significant push, an apple falling on the head, a sudden revelation, a kick in the nuts to shake you out of the comfortable universe you live in. These shoves come in various forms, intensities and sometimes, when you expect it the least. Some of them will shake you to the core and leave you in a daze, others might bore a hole through … Continue reading “Jolt!” →
I have always been a sucker for books, even more for those which spoke of imagination, fantasy and all things fiction. I can remember growing up reading Enid Blyton; lapped up almost everything she ever wrote from The Famous Five, The Secret Seven, The Noddy series, The Malory Towers, The Wishing Chair and Adventures of the Magic Faraway Tree being favourites! In Class 7, Harry Potter happened to me and … Continue reading “Blyton, Rowling & Tolkien” →