One cook and five knives. No, that’s not the title of a murder mystery. It is the state of my kitchen. I cook and I have five different knives. Well, it was not intended to be a collection but somehow it has become one.
Tag: inspiration
Music and Me
‘Do you have a connection to music?’ he asked. ‘Yes’, I replied with a slight smile appearing on my face. He was part of an online writers’ group that I had enrolled in. We would write short stories on a specific theme every week and submit it for peer review. I had joined it so that I could get honest, unbiased feedback from strangers who were writers and readers themselves, from people who knew nothing about me. I wanted to know what my writing revealed about me and how deep I could go.
Dream a dream
You know how you had that one dream, you had it even before you knew what actually dreams are.
A writer’s fear
The fear of not being able to write is a deep-seated fear inside every writer. It pops up on those days when you have not written a word for days. It’s not that you don’t want to write, words are constantly creating havoc in your head, but you keep postponing it for another day. It happens one morning when you realize that you haven’t written a single long piece in a very long time.
The year that was
We are all waiting for 2021, with hopes and desperation. We feel that everything will magically change as the date on the calendar changes. 2021 may be the most awaited year of this decade. 2020 admonished us like a school teacher and forced us to sit at home and look at our lives, deeply, minutely…
The humble vada pav
I had just completed a project which had taken me out of the country for a month and I was landing in Bombay close to around midnight. I got into the taxi with my luggage and after telling the taxi driver in which direction to head, I told him that he will have to first stop at any vada pav stall that would be open on the way. He turned and looked at me and gave me a smile and without any questions, he took me to one. I packed two hot vada pav and relished it in the back seat. I felt happy and content.
My love affair with music
My love affair with music has been a strange one. Until the age of 13, I didn’t know that I could sing because that was when my music teacher in school tested my voice and said that I could sing. And my reaction was “Really? No one in my family sings.” “Well, you do”. And…
A bird’s eye view
I have always liked the view from the top. Be it on top of a hill which gives a beautiful panoramic view of the city or be it on top of the tallest building. The view from the top always gives a different meaning to that place. You see the entire landscape without any bias….
Red is my colour
Today as I sipped my morning tea and read the newspaper, the article that drew my attention was an article about a politician making a racist remark about the colour of the skin of people in the southern part of India. Why the colour of the skin must be a matter of discussion I have…
Do you see what I see?
Do you see what I see?… was the caption that came instantly to me, when I saw these three young student monks busy looking at the view through the binoculars. This was in Mandalay, where I had gone on top of a hill to get a panoramic view of the city. It was interesting to watch them…