There are no happy endings. Memory is fickle. Love does not endure. There is only the self, Striding against the sands of eternity. Brief, Brave, heroic. Dreaming, dying, becoming. Satiated not in passionate coming togethers of we, But in painstakingly uncovering me, buried within we. I accept I am I. I am not we.
Archive for February, 2011
Each book is a different journey and another story. So too it has been with Ginger Soda Lemon Pop and Mind Blogs 1.0. Ginger Soda Lemon Pop was my first book, and with it came the joy of being published for the first time. It had a wonderful launch, and literary appreciation for the book [...]
I’ve always been a last minute person. At my boarding school in Mussoorie, I was always the last person in the dormitory to get ready and I’d inevitably be the one lone faraway figure running down the hill to catch up with the orderly row of school girls walking down the hill to the senior school on [...]
I am an only child. But a couple of days ago I discovered I had a brother. Well, a cousin brother, if you look at how we are related. But this is as real to having a brother as it’s ever going to get. My uncle was here last week, and with him was his [...]
For some time now, I have been waking up on most mornings feeling a little sad. But yesterday morning was a little different. As I completed the usual routine of getting ready for the day ahead, little Tim came running to the breakfast table. “Ammai, you are looking very beautiful”, he told me. “Just like Cinderella”. [...]
