I wish to meet Jorge Luis Borges in time travel and tell him I have set myself on a task to read your “entire corpus.”
I have read several poems, don’t even remember how many by now. This particular poem by Khalil Gibran, whenever I read it, it resonates, every word, every syllable and seep … Continue reading Fear – Khalil Gibran
Valentin Louis Georges Eugène Marcel Proust, French novelist, critic, essayist and a philosopher in his own right. You know when it’s time, you know when it’s that one moment which … Continue reading Marcel Proust
Some stories leave an everlasting impression on you. I don’t know as of yet whether ‘Birthday Girl’ by Murakami did that for me or not. But, one thing is for … Continue reading “Your twentieth birthday…it’s an irreplaceable day.”
Every piece of writing by all those profound writers influence me.
For a while I slip into a stupor, drunk in their words, the meaning of life in between their sentences- and it’s a wonderful feeling to live the lives they create and weave in between the printed words one after the another.
The social and cultural milieu a writer belongs to reflects in the fabric of their prose. It’s beautiful, it’s like minuscule architectural beauties embedded in a huge structure.
I’m taking a break from all the web readings for a while and go back to the roots where I begin my life, ghosh, Woolf, Marquez, Conrad, Bronte, Eliot… those are the concrete pillars I hold onto whenever I feel myself losing to the insanity of the world around me.