Happiness

Happiness is always abstract and most of the time, realized in retrospect. It's rare to capture an elusive moment of the emotion, to actually hold and feel it.

I had that rare fleeting experience yesterday.

It was dinner-time. Lil D now joins us at the table for her meals.

Steam from the national* rice I had cooked gently rose from our plates, as we all quietly tucked in. Parveen Sultana's mellifluous voice filled the air with strains of Raga Ahir Bhairav - one of my favourite CDs. Contentment seemed to be radiating into every nook and corner.

I turned to DH and smiled, "If there's bliss on earth, this is it, this is it."


* national, coz it's neither plain rice, nor a full-fledged pulao, and it has carrots, beans and peas in it for the nation's colours

Storm in a Tea-cup

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Total Recall

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Footnote

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Lost in Translation

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Words! Words! Words!

Sometimes, writing all the time can get on your nerves.

Waking Up

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Youth

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Book Review: The Shadow of the Wind

Author: Carlos Ruiz Zafon

This was one book that had me hooked right from the first page.

It starts with a ten-year old boy Daniel, who is taken by his father to the "Cemetery of Forgotten Books", and he "adopts" a book written by Julian Carax called "The Shadow of the Wind". Daniel plunges into murky waters when he tries to read all of the author's works.

There's plenty of mystery, romance, interestingly woven threads, and well-etched characters. Some of it is predictable, some isn't. The writing is awesome in some parts, quite patchy sometimes.

In short, I loved the book. Do read it if you get a chance.

Spice of Life

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