Trigger Warning- Neil Gaiman

…if I was going to read fiction, sometimes I would only know what my comfort zone was by leaving it… -Neil Gaiman Maybe I am not fond of my job, but I love the frills. My workplace doesn’t actually have a library. But they have signed up with a library services company, Kwench. So we…

What I Talk About When I Talk About Running – Haruki Murakami

Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional. – Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running. A few long weekends ago, when I was down with the flu: Some black tea for the head and some Murakami for the heart made me feel a bit better. The Winnie the Pooh stuff toy was…

An Arrangement of Agatha Christies

Here I was. With an empty weekend. So what did I do? Stacked up my collection of a dozen Agatha Christie books and made an attempt at book art. Very elementary (Sorry, Poirot for the Holmes reference). Yet, it was a fulfilling experience: it filled my empty time, that is. Can you spot what the…

This is How You Lose Her – Junot Diaz

…because you know in your lying cheater’s heart that sometimes a start is all we ever get. -Junot Diaz, The Cheater’s Guide To Love, This is How You Lose Her You are sitting in a pub with a friend. It’s noisy, some obscure pop music is playing in the background and the place is washed…

Em and the Big Hoom, Jerry Pinto

Dear Angel Ears, Outside the window, a Marathi manus is asking mournfully if anyone would like to buy salt. Or at least that’s what I think. Mee-ee-et, he wails, Me-eeetwallah, mee-eet. Other sounds: Mae mumbling about morning Mass; an impertinent sparrow demanding the last bit of my toast. I miss you terribly. But if you…

The Graveyard Book, Neil Gaiman

  Bod put his hands in his pockets and began to walk, not certain where he was going. He would leave the school, he thought, just as he had left the graveyard. He would go somewhere no one knew him, and he would sit in a library all day and read books and listen to…

Words, Jean-Paul Sartre

Madame Picard believed that a child should be allowed to read anything: ‘A book never does any harm if it is well written.’ While she was there, I had once asked permission to read Madame Bovary and my mother, in an oversweet voice, had said: ‘But if my little darling reads books like that at…

When I found Gabo

Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. – Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude I read my first Marquez book eight years ago. I remember sneaking the book under my desk and reading surreptitiously…

Tiny Beautiful Things

It is not so incomprehensible as you pretend, sweet pea. Love is the feeling we have for those we care deeply about and hold in high regard. It can be light as the hug we give a friend or heavy as the sacrifices we make for our children. It can be romantic, platonic, familial, fleeting,…