In a year of miserable downers, here’s something to rejoice over. So many stories. So many writers sharing the shards of their lives. Slivers that bled. Scars that never healed. Bruises colored purple. And through it all, showing through the act of writing their story that the shards, slivers, scars, and bruises aren’t what define […]
One thing you may not know about me is that I once co-authored a book published by an independent Australian publisher. That book, Worlds Apart, wasn’t a book I set out to write. It was a series of letters that I sent to a German friend I had never met. I came across her blog […]
There are many faces to joy. Here’s one of mine: Books. I am not the Bangalorean who roams pubs. I am the Bangalorean who haunts bookshops. We may not have the halo of Kolkata or the sweeping sprawl of Delhi, but we do have our own Street of Books. Church Street, it’s called, so named […]
I don’t remember the exact time in my life. That time I first picked up a book. Smelled the pages, inhaled the story, and fell in love. I must have been 5. I have never stopped loving since then. Books have been the companions who I know will never abandon me. I can trust books – waiting patiently for me, accepting my flaws because they judge you not. You […]
Let me tell you a story. A travel story. In 2003, I was teaching Spoken English in a tiny city called Lianyungang, China. It was the first time I was in a foreign country. Living by myself. Teaching a language I wasn’t confident speaking. And had narrowly escaped the confines of a Chinese prison. (A story […]