Sane by Birth, Surreal by Aspiration, Marred by Chaos, Redeemed by Words.
What does a chuckle at a crime scene do? An anecdote slipped into an interrogation being done for a murder (or two, or more)? It heightens the senses, I realized, after reading this book, and one looks for the clues with an even keener sensorial wand. Because you see, a least expected thing in a … More A family that kills together, sticks together
Simmering. Never stopping. Always simmering. Simmering at the contours of our cognition. Simmering at the edges of our dreams. Simmering at the rims of our comprehension. At the corners of our being but never vanishing. That’s how our past lives. And how do we make eye contact with it? With pride? With temerity? With shame? With a … More The unending dance of ‘listening’
I finished reading Katabasis by R F Kuang last weekend and have since remained enthralled by the expanse of the book. The story not just holds good with its fantastic core premise, it also peppers its 541-pages long body with a plethora of references. Mathematics, Logic, Science, Mythology, Poetry and more – you shall frequently … More References in ‘Katabasis’, R F Kuang’s latest novel
Katabasis – A journey to the underworld, to Hell. It was supposed to take me in, get me hooked. It was supposed to present me a world from where my eyes wouldn’t tear off. A world where wild things happened, unannounced. A precipice that threw me into vertiginous depths wherein everything was alien, sterile black, … More A rewarding journey to Hell
While discussing this book with my friends, one thing emerged clear – there were threads too many, and they all jumbled up. Not for me though. Nope. The threads are meant to jumble up, they are meant to be sharp enough to cut the reader’s line of thought, they are woven with the sly intention … More And then, there were four!
Imagine a town. An alley in it. Houses lining the alley on both sides. You get a peek into each one of them. And find the same story. Different versions but same story. Man in control; woman, his vehicle. He owned her, rode her, flaunted her, pushed her and upgraded to a modern version when … More Small acts of resilience in a tainted alley
A premium hostel in the blue city which gave us anything but blues 🙂 From the moment we arrived at Zostel Jodhpur (Ratanada), I was taken by the hostel’s seamless blend of traditional Rajasthani architecture and contemporary spirit. The façade, adorned with red brick patterns and jaali works with interludes of poppy yellow ribboning throughout … More An all-Green Zostel in the Blue City
Go by the name. Really. Navigating one of the narrow, bustling alleys in Kala Ghoda, the first time I found Zen Café was by sheer coincidence. A restaurant in the same lane was my scheduled destination but a last-minute engagement got my friend to bail out. Not in the mood to go back or go … More Find your zen, in caffeine and quaint yellow
On a Saturday night two weeks ago, I was drawn into the zig-zag streets flanking Grant Road. Off work after a long week, the promise of something novel had gotten me to the doors of a bar. Another bar, you say? I said too. But soon, at the very first initiation, an atmosphere where time … More A vinyl bar that halts the clock
It is a new month. And last month has nudged me to be lil bolder than usual. I have picked up 3 books to be read across June and it is something I haven’t done in a while. What you ask? Setting a monthly reading target when my quarterly work target is already on the … More June, and her women
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