On how I became a reader…

Dear reader, while going through some old folders, I found this little excerpt from an anecdote I'd shared in an old email, and decided to share here, as the final blog post for 2022. Hope to read, and contribute to some great blogging in 2023! "Though I began writing by the time I was in…

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On a rainy day I sat to read…

On a rainy day I sat to read, with a mug of scalding hot tea... but watched instead the dripping rain, from the edges of the concrete, by the window of my study... In perfect unison did they drip - like the deft finger movements of a pianist, playing a stormy sonata on the neighbouring…

Night Train

Night trains remind of literature classesin primary school, reading Ruskin Bondwith his stories of trains and eerie hillsand sets that feel close to home Night trains remind of sad storiesof doomed people, of lonely souls waiting for nothing, repressing the urgeto end all pain and jump out the door

Half agony, half hope

This is a page from my journal. The title of the poem is inspired by a quote from Jane Austen's, Persuasion. I know something of what the young soldier feels in the midst of battle;know something too, of the kind of hope a fortune teller can provide.In the grand chaos, I meditate before the silent…

That End-of-Year Blog Post

Dear reader, so it's that time of the year, when one is expected to join the bandwagon of what the year meant, what they expect from the next and as Mrs. Bennet might say, la di da, la di da... (Which, no matter what anyone says, will always just be a posh people's "et cetera",…