My essay this week is a catalogue of small, beautiful things. Sunlight, roadside flowers, letters from old friends, & more. 🌻✉️
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This is for everyone who loves coffee. ☕️❤️ Here is where you can read the whole of my essay, “How do you drink your coffee?”:
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A poetry which reminds me of the colour green when raindrops cling from the leaves, when the white noise is replaced by the splattering of the rain against the window, when the door of my inner life is opened by the breeze, when it’s just me being awed by the beauty of it.
#poem
Phool, Pushpa, Suryamukhi ... Why is Laapata Ladies scattered with the names of flowers? I wrote an essay about this and Mahasweta Debi's story "Seed" for the @IndianExpress today.
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R.I.P. Paul Auster.
"If nothing else, the years have taught me this: if there’s a pencil in your pocket, there’s a good chance that one day you’ll feel tempted to start using it." In a piece from 1995, Auster answers the question "why write?"
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"As long as a man had the courage to reject what society told him to do, he could live life on his own terms.
To what end ?
To be free.
But free to what end ?
To read books, to write books, to think."
Paul Auster
"Writing is a solitary business. It takes over your life. In some sense, a writer has no life of his own. Even when he's there, he's not really there."
Paul Auster
Ghosts