Recently, I read a book called the “Room” authored by Emma Donoghue. The book is a thought proving narration of a five year old that is forced to grown up in a single room. His mother tries her best to instill every bit of knowledge despite severe odds of being kidnapped and molested and imprisoned[…]
My mom would typically run a tight ship at home in terms of keeping things where they belong. However, she was never able to wage a successful war against the clutter on the dining table. The only time we would have the privilege of a clean sorted table was perhaps a half an hour before[…]
I am hovering between feelings of astonishment, admiration and despair. A young adult, about the same age as me, has an idea for a website. Launches the site and within a few years he find himself and his website priced at $6 billion dollars by Google. Meanwhile, I worked a five years and after going[…]
Home in white As soon as I stepped out of the plane in Detroit, the crystalline coldness of the Michigan winter swept right over my body. And in a startling twist of expected reactions, the bitter winter weather seemed rather comforting. The familiarity of the coldness was strangely welcoming. As if to say, welcome home.[…]
2010 was the year of the Lotus. And in essence, that summarizes all of it. But that robs me of my usual wandering renderings. So perhaps, I will just go on for a bit. Any year that quenches a dream that began since I was sixteen and one that needed me to save for over[…]
I am done hearing about the virtues of moderation. As far as I am concerned, moderation is a lukewarm, stoic and an introverted cousin of being entirely forgettable. I have been practicing it religiously all this while with paltry consequences at best. It’s the mantra of being a vegetable. I really have myself to blame.[…]
Did you just do it? Did you just make a decision? Now breathe. Take in that summer air. You will have to toughen up for the consequences. These consequences, they can’t be averted. Not like your teenage days, where the unpleasant outcome could be sorted by dad. This time, you have to bear the grunt.[…]
It is close to an hour now. My attempts to go to bed are failing again. The clock is fast approaching 2330 and I am wide awake. I lay crouched sideways on bed, my comforter warped, my elbow propping my head up, while my right hand is tracking a mouse pad. The mouse is tracking[…]
Music has always had a strange hold over me. I can’t sing, even at gun point. I barely understand music and have had no training of the sort. I even struggle to repeat lyrics word to word. But yet, the rising tempos, the rhythmic notes and the metaphoric lyrics make a significant impact on my[…]
If all. End all. When I went to pick her up today, I was more than a ball of wreck. My mind could not process what was about to happen. Between a decade of dreaming about her and half a dozen years of saving for her, all that stood between me and her, was a[…]