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Month: January 2021

Book Review: A Velocity of Being

January 31, 2021January 31, 2021 ~ Deepika ~ Leave a comment

The dawn of our fast friendship was also a peculiar point in culture. Those were the early days of ebooks and the golden age of social media, when the very notion of reading -- of intellectual, emotional, and spiritual surrender to a cohesive thread of thought composed by another human being, through which your own … Continue reading Book Review: A Velocity of Being

Book Review: Heartburn by Nora Ephron

January 31, 2021February 9, 2021 ~ Deepika ~ 2 Comments

I wouldn't have discovered Nora Ephron's Heartburn if the awesome folks at The Bookshop, Jor Bagh Market, hadn't recommended it. At this point, after reading a bunch of books recommended by them, I knew that I might end up liking Heartburn as well, although the book's rating on Goodreads doesn't reflect my sentiment. I quite … Continue reading Book Review: Heartburn by Nora Ephron

Happy 7th Gotcha Day To Us!

January 24, 2021January 24, 2021 ~ Deepika ~ 2 Comments

“A really companionable and indispensable dog is an accident of nature. You can’t get it by breeding for it, and you can’t buy it with money. It just happens along.”-- EB White It was 26-January-2014. She wasn't Anu Boo then. Just Anu. Her rough, thin fur betrayed her ribcage. There were quite a few bald … Continue reading Happy 7th Gotcha Day To Us!

The Year of Words

January 23, 2021January 23, 2021 ~ Deepika ~ 5 Comments

I wrote this piece for the Blog-a-Thon that happened at work. I was asked to write about 2020, and how I navigated the year. I am saving it here for posterity. In the end of March 2020, when the pandemic shed its cloak of mystery, appeared with fangs and all, and became almost palpable, I … Continue reading The Year of Words

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‘I’ve been thinking a great deal about time and motion lately, about being a still point in the ceaseless rush.’ My forever muse, under the lightfall. ✨ A dog called Solace. ✨ I finished reading Sigrid Nunez’s What Are You Going Through this week. I knew I was touched by the book, but I couldn’t pin down what exactly moved me, what dropped rocks in my heart. My thoughts about the book were untameable. And then, I come home this morning to find A Horse at Night delivered; I have no memory of when I ordered it, but a bookseller seemed to have remembered that I wanted this book at some point in time. I leaf through the book and stumble upon a passage about Sigrid Nunez’s The Friend, which I had read five years ago and Goodreads reminds me that I seemed to have loved it so much. The passage that I run into in A Horse at Night today is about the relationship between the narrator of The Friend and Apollo, a Great Dane, mourning the loss of his human. Amina Cain’s unadorned meditation on the friendship between the narrator and the depressed dog made me think of the books we read, surrender our memories about them existence and our tryst with them to time, and only for all of them to be returned by another book or a conversation overheard or a song. When we remember why we loved a book so much, we want to read it all over again. Sigrid Nunez’s What Are You Going Through will return to me someday like that — one of the reasons to keep staying alive. ❤️ This moment, this slice of beauty, waited for no observer. The light poured and made a rainbow on a colourless concrete, on a completely mundane day, and made me feel like I entered another portal for a second just because I observed it, and I was kicked back into this reality by some force. 🌈 Is it just me, or does Emily St. John Mandel always love her characters unconditionally? For a tiny moment, while that shahi tukda was being served, and while an ancient dad joke made my family laugh, I forgot that this city is new to me, and I don’t have a home yet. And what’s home really! Is there a specific word for the kindness and trust gifted by the cats and the dogs in a new city! 🐾✨ I take the trains and the buses, and she is the one who sits by the window. ❤️

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