I got into a fascinating discussion on Twitter the other day, courtesy of Women’s Web, with Manreet Sodhi Someshwar, speaking about her book The Radiance of a Thousand Suns, which has now made its way onto my TBR. We were speaking about Margaret Atwood, and what made her characters so powerful (I’d been watchingContinue reading “Changing the Narrative of My Own Story”
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Thoughts on the Lockdown
We are now on Day 6 of the lockdown. It has been an interesting week. A mix of good and bad, of optimism and despair, anger and hope. I know a lot of people who have struggled with depression and staying positive. They may be far from their families, they may be struggling withContinue reading “Thoughts on the Lockdown”
Journey of my e-Book Debut (Reblogged)
Of course, I was an early reader and writer. No shit, Sherlock! Though my early attempts were rather laughable, they make for great anecdotes! Get this, at one point, I hand wrote a newspaper about the goings-on of my home and was selling it to my family for 25 paise a story. I think IContinue reading “Journey of my e-Book Debut (Reblogged)”
Memories of the License Raj: Guest Post by Mira Saraf
Memories of the License Raj: Guest Post by Mira Saraf Memories of the License Raj: Guest Post by Mira Saraf — Read on wanderingsoulwriter.com/2018/09/13/memories-mira/ Guest post I wrote for my good friend Piyusha Vir 🙂
HARD TO SAY GOODBYE
Originally posted on Rakesh Saraf: Writing & Thoughts:
Some nine and a half years back, I had to say goodbye forever to my father. He was 90 years old, an intellectual, a scholar, ex-civil servant, ex-diplomat. It was then that I realized that watching a parent age, and eventually die in front of your eyes…
Book Review: Just Another Day
It’s always nerve-wracking to read a close friend’s writing – and especially so when it is writing that has just been published. Fortunately with Piyusha Vir’s “Just Another Day”, I needn’t have worried at all. This collection of three short stories, Vir’s debut book, is available on Kindle, and did not disappoint.
Words for Asifa
To the monsters that broke her body: what twisted state of mind begets belief of your claim to innocent flesh in the house of your God, no less? Was there an ounce of shame lingering somewhere within your thirst for blood? Or did you feel powerful when you shredded her dignity and squashed the lifeContinue reading “Words for Asifa”
Accepting Our Blind Spots
A few weeks ago, a woman named Shilpi A. Singh messaged me, as she was doing a piece on acroyoga (a blend of acrobatics, yoga and Thai massage) and wanted to speak to some practitioners and members of the community. Those of you who know me, know that I have practiced this on and offContinue reading “Accepting Our Blind Spots”
The Counter-productivity of Labels
I’m taking a break from Kerala posts but just for today 🙂 Last night, I found myself pulled into a debate about the Aziz Ansari episode, as a friend of mine related a personal anecdote of mine on a group forum. “Why didn’t she just do x?” “Why didn’t she just do y?” “Why didn’tContinue reading “The Counter-productivity of Labels”
Finding Peace in Silent Empty Hours
It’s a four hour drive to Kumarakom, a sleepy little town by the backwaters, dominated by resorts. Kottayam is a short distance away, and there is apparently some sightseeing to be done there. The roads of Kottayam remind me of Goa, low-rise colourful houses, with wide fields lined with rice patties, and peppered with clumpsContinue reading “Finding Peace in Silent Empty Hours”
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