Small joys

It’s always about the simpler things in life with the boy from the hills. Of brushing off one’s shoes, encounters with snakes and centipedes, and jam, loads of it! Only this time not as Rusty, but as Ruskin himself as he recounts the years spent with his father in Delhi. It’s of course a long longContinue reading “Small joys”

Becoming a child at Kahani Tree

“Aaaaaaaaccchhhooooooooooooooooooooooooo” Blork! Bluurf! I seem to have caught Gajapati Kulapati’s cold. Just wait till I catch hold of that elephant again! I feel a little biffsquiggled with this cold to be honest. But what I was saying was…when I walked in to Kahani Tree, an independent bookstore in Prabhadevi, I had but a few cats inContinue reading “Becoming a child at Kahani Tree”

A bibliophile’s guide to the city’s bookstores

The last time I visited a bookstore (which was just last week), I sat down to read Neil Gaiman’s The View from the Cheap Seats: incidentally, a chapter wherein he talks about his favourite bookstores. It ends like this: “Writing this, all those bookshops come back, the shelves, and the people…I wonder who I would have been,Continue reading “A bibliophile’s guide to the city’s bookstores”

Not on the same road

There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as in ever on the road The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything atContinue reading “Not on the same road”

The Illustrated Man

  A man, inked all over, running from one place to the other to escape the horror of the stories on his body. That’s the Illustrated Man. One day, he saw a sign and decided to get a tattoo. The next day he looked like a man who had fallen into a ‘twenty-colour print press’Continue reading “The Illustrated Man”