On May 20, 1965 Susan Sontag notes in her diary “One doesn’t learn from experience—because the substance of things is always changing.” What do we learn from? Do we learn … Continue reading Reading Schopenhauer
What makes one ask how am I looking? Am
I good enough? Aren’t I the smart one? What is this validation we all seek, and seek we do… how much of this longing for recognition drives us? These and many more questions plague my mind thus.
Often these days, I stop in front of mirror and look at my reflection a rapt concentration, it’s her or me smiling back at myself There are moments when I … Continue reading Seeing My Mother
Sometimes I make as many as five lists of books I want to read, authors I want to study, music I wish to listen to, art and artists I need to understand, and cinema to experience in a day.
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