During my adolescent years, I stayed in a hostel in the city, away from home. A mere 5 minutes away was the Hornbill Lending Library, which while nothing but a hole in the wall, managed to hold an assortment of magical delights for me to sink into. Picking the right book to read did not … Continue reading How to pick the right book to read
Jim Kendall was a cruel practical Joker. When Jim was alive, him and Hod Meyers would have the whole town in uproar. When I first read Ring Lardner's short story, Haircut, the character of Jim Kendall and his cruelty never registered in my brain. I barely grasped the story, hence did not think much of … Continue reading A careless brain
There is an unopened box of water colors on my desk. I can reach my hand out and touch it. I have convinced myself that I love painting; I watch YouTube videos on water color tutorials. But when I stretch my hand out to touch the box of paints, a sort of fear seizes up … Continue reading When you want it, but won’t take it
If you want to get something important done, schedule it for the morning. I have always been a "night owl". I loved staying up late. Nights were cool and mysterious. Dark delicious nights with its secret sounds and smells. How could you not love it? My college hostel had a 5 AM mass that all … Continue reading Good things happen only in the morning
Now that I have deleted the Example Post that WordPress kindly supplied, I feel compelled to fill the empty space with something. Anything. I have not yet decided what this blog is going to be about. We will just have to see. For today, this is enough. Tomorrow is another day.