Not many people like the truth. That is the fact. I also write in cliches. I do not like that. I told that to the homeless person sitting next to me to whom I had given 2 dollars, even though she had just asked for change. "God bless you baby" she had said and sat... Continue Reading →
What Belongs To You – Garth Greenwell – And an excuse to write
Reading affords me some temporary thrills that I find hard to quantify. I cannot help suspect it is like the trippy psychedelics of a drug-addled dream. Not addled. No. Addled implies a lack of will. Fuelled might be a better word. Fuelled - because it is a conscious injection and letting go. Yes, a drug-fuelled dream. But... Continue Reading →
Sound Tracks To My Everyday Life
If you've known me long enough I might have at some point talked about my biggest dream of making a movie. A movie that moves anyone who sees it. A sequence of visuals, dreamscapes, sounds and stories melded into artistic perfection. I come across many such movies and am awed by the vision and perfection of each... Continue Reading →
The Odyssey – The Ultimate Traveller
The Odyssey is my comfort book, a book that I have fashioned my life after to a large extent, so much so that, when I feel there is an unnameable crisis looming, of a personal or spiritual nature, I tend to read excerpts from Homer's epic. There is something that reassures me about the adventures of Odysseus... Continue Reading →
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