I was thinking to write about the influence of ‘The fortunes and misfortunes of Moll Flanders’ by Daniel Defoe and how very strange that I have never mentioned about my trysts with Defoe. But dear, while pouring Tea in the pot, I thought about this piece I read in yesterday’s Times about an illegal immigrant. I don’t like talking politics because ( Read more... )

Again our verbal intercourse will be instigated by the lack of rules of grammar and composition. But dear, do I give a flying fuck about the rules? No ( Read more... )

Here are the honest answers to dear Miss Riley's (sandragolightly) questions:

Miss Riley: Would you ever consider a long term relationship with a woman?

Me: Yes. But I feel so very comfortable in my gay skin that being bi or straight will be so very alien. I guess last time I slept with a woman was 5 years ago with N and it was in the night train ( Read more... )

Why is it so, that everyday is a struggle for living? Why do I feel that tonight is the last night of my life? Is this not very true, we wake up everyday and do the same things and in the whole monotony of breakfast, dinner, supper (yes, I follow the English system) and a night drink of ovaltine and biscuits, we forget to live. That’s what the ( Read more... )

Woke up at 5 am and just jumped to the brown chair with my dear Tess following me. Listened to the soundtrack of the hours by Philip Glass followed by some Rachmaninoff. Made myself some coffee (we have run out of Darjeeling!) and read some Tolstoy. To be very honest, I read just one story and then decided to let the rising of the sun set the ( Read more... )

I have little time to write so better be quick ( Read more... )

“Suman sudha rajnigandha aaj adhik kyon bhaiye” is being played in the background. Oh how opportune! How very timely!! The weather has been so very mesmerizing that every song, every colour, every hue and every word bring back so very fond memories of the past, faith in present and hope for future ( Read more... )

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I have a story to tell but the words as always are been incorrigible and uncooperative. My hands as the narrator have been tied with the handcuffs of dried pens. I am spiting and sweating on my palms to wet the pens and get a few loosely struck words out of the quill ( Read more... )

Twice in one night should be reserved for special occasions!! Just came back from the most mesmerizing walk to goodale park! Walking in the trees at 3 in the morning listening to corny Shakira , Disco Music and Asha Bhonsle….. For this impromptu picnic I had an ice-cream as a snack! Its 6:15 and I have to teach from 8 to 12…. Hurray for insomnia!