Despondency had an address. Ours. Our house was one of a series of identical houses on the fringes of this forest. The ever present dankness and semi shadow was meant to humble and educate. From an early age blind obedience and outright denial of any desire or ambition for 'things' outside the designated square meters …
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Snippets of life (from A to Z) “J”
THE LETTER "J" Jingle bells plays in the background. In the living room lots of jostling and jabbering going on. Jovial conversation, fills the air, as friends and family come and go. The last of the Christmas gifts being placed under the jam-packed tree. Cousins, uncles and aunts jubilantly singing along full of holiday spirit …
Snippets of Life (from A to Z) “S”
The Letter "S" Solitary and solicitous to remain so, or so, he thought. He shunned prosaic societal situations and opted for studious accomplishments instead. He was, as Morrissey said, “of a shyness that is criminally vulgar.” Known, to the immediate family by the sobriquet lone wolf. He shied away from silliness and scenarios yielding satisfactory …
A simple life
Her house is a fine example of symmetry. It is the type of house you first draw as a child. The feeling on the untree-lined street of row houses, is one of uncertain suspension and despondency given the overall grey dominating the scene. Still, a few of the homes, in an attempt at bursts of …
Discovery
Next door of sisters there are three Here it's just mom and dad and me Feeling quite bored I captured a bee And lovingly fed it flowers all day But soon realized to my dismay The bee was unhappy in its small space It wanted to fly and pollinate I set it free later that …
Sharing books
A generous deeply felt read A yo-yo of emotions, intelligent and a work of love Beautiful prose, full of nuances, layers and texture
Inside and Out
Doubleface The man and woman formed an island of uncomfortable silence in the middle of the airport terminal's noisy crowds. He dejected staring at his shoes, she clutching her bag close to her body with one hand and wiping away tears with the other. As an impartial observer one might assume his embarrassment was caused …
Ethan Hawke’s A Bright Ray of Darkness
The sky will not stop sobbing. When Zeus thunders, my dog Charlie follows suit, bursting into aggressive high pitched barks. Candles are lit and soft jazzy tunes play in the background. I am giving it all I have got to remain happy and optimistic on day 4 of unabated downpour after downpour after downpour. Gloom …
Teju Cole’s Open City
modern stream of consciousness I have just shut this book; still warm to the touch. It is the first time I have read this Nigerian-American author's work. Psychiatry, music, history, religion, race are all covered within its pages, but not in the usual vein. It is a multi layered, sophisticated and real read. There is …
He
The church in the main square is emptying out and the bars and cafes are filling up on a shimmery Sunday in early Spring. Linda is on vacation, visiting her mom, and is determined to savour every moment of the glorified weather conditions. She has left still frigid temperatures back home. The bell tower announces …
Manu writes 