By the dying light of the tapers that throws the shadows. In wisps of smoke, life begins. She spins yarns of magic to weave a flying carpet. The golden glint that kindles the soul. Tinsel towns embraced by snow, trees with caps and rigid spines. … Continue reading Invoking
Behind the skin curtain
On the iris stage,
The ensemble of actors
For a performance forgotten
As the drapes opened.
Discover the hidden link between writing and the art of making tea.
‘A House Full Of Men’ tells the story of Kittu, a 25-year-old girl from Lucknow. The story is light-hearted in tone and easy to read. There is drama, tears, anxiety and the whole gamut for every filmy lover.
Kittu misses her mom who passed away long ago. She feels misunderstood and feels unhappy with her lack of confidence and tendency to clam up.
The language is simple. You feel like you are watching the events unfold right in front of your eyes. I love Joshi’s wit and banter. She paints some realistic characters. It’s easy to relate to Kittu and her plight.
A quick page, the book gets you hooked from the line ” Women speak two languages- one of which is verbal.” She speaks for all women trying to find their voices, who fail humorously and get back up in spite of it. Her writing somehow reminds me of Anuja Chauhan and my school days. A fun and relaxed read for all Millennial Indians.
From Mount Kailasa, the miracle begins. Shambu and Parvathi await the birth of their younger son, the supreme warrior. Born from Shambhu’s third eye as a ball of fire, son to the parents of the Universe, Muruga’s story begins.
His destiny already written, he is whisked away from his motherland by Agni as per the grand plan. Saraswati awaits to take him to his foster mothers, the Kritika sisters, the ageless and all-knowing. Once near them, the fireball separates and the six Kritika sisters witness six babies, each for one of them to take care of.
The six boys grow up, learning everything and enjoying life in the forest. The time is ripe, Shambu, Parvathi and Ganapathy come to take the boys back. At that moment the six children return to their unified form. Six boys merged to become Skandha, or Kandha as he is fondly called.
Although sad, he takes leave from his foster mothers and goes to his home. Coddled, loved and pampered, the little boy grows up unaware of his destiny. Everybody knows he’s meant for greatness. Little by little, he learns and the God-child sheds his old self to embrace the future. To face his energy Surapadman, he needs to be at his best. The story ends where it should actually begin. A beginning of the end if you will.
The first book of a trilogy, Mahasena is a page taken from Hindu mythology.
A fascinating, beautiful and poetic retelling of Lord Muruga’s life. The book traces the history of the Tamil language, its inception and its flourishing. A treasure chest of characters awaits you in this book. Aambal, Indra, Surapadman, Kuyili, all different, all interwoven into the fabric of the story. Witness the birth of the universe, watch the vastness gurgle and burst. Listen to how the divine beings envisioned the universe, how they came into being and let yourself loose in this rich tale of divinity.
English, drizzled with the honey of Tamil sits memorably on my palette. A journey I recommend to all mythology lovers. This book is meant for a great start. I really can’t wait for the rest.
Things I wish to bottle
A drop of sunset
dissolving into the ocean.
The smell of books
a note of brewing coffee.
The warmth of my mother’s embrace.
Wind chiding my hair.
The bliss of sleep.
Butterflies in my stomach.
First love’s rush
The heady scent
of freshly cut grass.
Early morning mist
That kisses the trees.
and perfectly risen cakes.
The waves playing tag
With your feet.
Feel of sand between
That leaf floating
On the river, wild and free.
A crisp review of the book “Right Under Your Nose” by R.Giridharan. Published by Rupa Publications.
In the beginning, there was nothing.In the beginning, there was everything.From the spewed star-dust burst,Tracks that created worlds. In the beginning, there was crushing darkness,From the blackness sprung forth,A glimmer of life from the prism of the universe. In the beginning, there was solitude.In the … Continue reading Tectonic Plates
Love starts from the muffin- top of your stomach, to those light roads that criss-cross your skin. From the splotches of colours that shade you, to the whirlpool of the bald spot where your locks tumble down! As the last grains of the year slip through the narrow neck of your life. As each breath pass unrestrained through you! As long as colours reside in the depths of your soul! Fall, fall deeply in love with yourself! Let the sparks spread the fire that is you! Be the rainbow that lights up the world! 🌈
Sounds From the jingle of coins in our pockets as we wait for our turn at the ice cream parlour, to the blast of the guitar of our teenage hearts. From a crave to shout, to whimper into the night till our heart stitches itself … Continue reading Sounds