Stoner by John Williams My Rating: 5 of 5 stars As a child, I had a thing for inanimate things. A sling, a pond, a pebble, a mica chip; they would catch my attention and hold it hostage. I would play for hours together with these silent, placid beings, drawing great solace from their harmless, … More Book Review: Stoner by John Williams (1965)
Us by David Nicholls My Rating: 5 of 5 stars Falling in love is a beautiful thing, more so when the love comes surreptitiously at your door which had opened many a times in past to find only empty autumns of loneliness and futile rains of solitude. Into such a heart, when love steps … More Book Review: Us by David Nicholls (2014)
Three Tales by Gustave Flaubert My rating: 3 of 5 stars Ever wondered if stark realities of life were humans, how would they converse? What would death reveal to Satan which may surprise agony? What may joy surmise on pain that might recall God’s support? What might greed and insanity bring to table worthy of … More Book Review: Three Tales by Gustave Flaubert (1876)
English, August: An Indian Story by Upamanyu Chatterjee My rating: 4 of 5 stars Indecision will be your epitaph. As the statement rung in my ear for more minutes than I cared to count, I stared at the mouth that just uttered it. No, it was not Agastya, the hero of this story but his … More Book Review: English, August: An Indian Story by Upamanyu Chatterjee (1988)
The Ice Palace by Tarjei Vesaas My rating: 5 of 5 stars When a few dotted lines can cuff my heart into a promise and bind my palms over it in sombre armory, keep me lain in its pristine shadows for hours and yet freeze the time in crystalline imagery, I beam at the prospect: … More Book Review: The Ice Palace by Tarjei Vesaas (1963)
Vertigo by W.G. Sebald My rating: 5 of 5 stars I take refuge in prose as one might in a boat. Laughter erupted from the adjacent table. A middle-aged lady chided a young man for his deteriorating writing skills. The young man shifted in his chair with a sheepish grin, nudging a tiny vial of … More Book Review: Vertigo by W G Sebald (1990)
Some days my eyes, wander under rain; a little pensive, a tad insane; They loop from the branches, they hug the trees, they skim the sky, they kiss the breeze; Extend their vision to rainbow ends, and to the slim, inviting road bends, On those trails, they venture further and lose themselves in a world, … More Vagabond Eyes
In many ways, this is not my first step. Expression is an integral part of everyone’s life. Mine is no different. Like those observing eyes can never blink without capturing a scene, that heart can never beat without letting an expressive current, flow. Each one of us see, feel, ponder, absorb and reflect. But the … More First Step
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