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
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All of us in our childhood have played dress up with an older sister’s dress or mother’s sarees. Those were the days when smearing lipstick on lips and chin, smudging … Continue reading The Mixed Bag Shopping
I’m afraid, I lose sense of time most of the day. One minute I’m writing and the other I’m just lost, lost somewhere in the land of imagination. Everything seems to be replica of what I’m living now except that I’m able to change situations, expressions, gestures, even feelings on a whim.
It’s like living parallel with a world of my imagination. It’s flexible. I don’t even try much to get there. I just am naturally there. It’s in the real world, it takes efforts to come back to.