Reading for me

I was cleaning up our living spaces upstairs, and as is my wont, I went around complaining (aka muttering- how no one picks up after themselves in this house) and picking up stuff from places they shouldn't be in. For all my complaints, I am no better myself - I have books lying all over... Continue Reading →

Antilibrary

β€œIt is our knowledge β€” the things we are sure of β€” that makes the world go wrong and keeps us from seeing and learning.” -Lincoln Steffens in his 1925 essay. Tsundoku is acquiring reading material and letting them pile up, without actually reading them. Apparently there is actually a dedicated term for my affliction.... Continue Reading →

On the carousel this week

It's all dark clouds and dark moods here. A pandemic, some torrential rain and a dash of cyclone in the mix. Happy weekend y'all. Ha. As if there is any difference. Hours merge into days and days into nights. The weeks seamlessly coalesce. There are no work days and weekends. No school runs and morning... Continue Reading →

Why I read

I have been asked this question enough times in my life to be bothered by it. Most times, I just get all prickly and silently bark 'why the heck should you be concerned' at the questioner while the audible quip is something more puerile and polite. I do not find it odd at all, for... Continue Reading →

Nerdy Sunday! The Lowland- Jhumpa Lahiri

June brought clouds that concealed the sun, storms that turned the sea gray. The atmosphere was raw enough for Subhash to keep wearing corduroy slippers instead of flip-flops; to continue to pre-heat the electric blanket on the bed. The rhythm of the rain was nocturnal, drumming heavily on the rooftop, tapering to a drizzle in... Continue Reading →

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