books

Ever since packing up my belongings some 2 years ago, I stopped reading books and turned to documentaries. I can easily get through 2.5 documentaries on a daily basis (the 0.5 attributed to the fact that I fall asleep to one and start off in the morning at the point where I succumbed to sleep). Continue Reading

Occasionally I’m told (which I take as a compliment by the way)…that encounters people have with me, which constitute of course merely of time and space, are like scenes of a film. It’s uncanny how many times I’ve heard this line, that when I was told it again I couldn’t help but think of why. Continue Reading

I’ve literally been on my bike since 10 am this morning. Luckily it hasn’t been raining, and in all fairness I needed the exercise as I haven’t been working out properly since about a month before the move. Well that will change as of Sunday I believe when I’ll take up my daily runs followed Continue Reading

“I had that trapped feeling, like some sort of a poor insect that you’ve put inside a downturned glass, and it tries to climb up the sides, and it can’t, and it can’t, and it can’t.” ― Cornell Woolrich, Blues of a Lifetime: The Autobiography of Cornell Woolrich  

“As the bartender struck a match to light her cigarette, she put her hand on his wrist to steady it. Travis saw him jump, draw back. He held his wrist, blew on it, looked at her reproachfully. Travis said: ‘Why, you scratched him, Sarah.’ ‘Did I?’ And as she turned and looked at him, he Continue Reading

“When she comes down to supper I don’t like her any better; in fact, a hell of a lot less. She’s put on a shiny dress, all fishscales, like this was still India or the boat. On her head she’s put a sort of beaded cap that fits close-like a hood. A mottled green-and-black thing Continue Reading

You’re stepping on light feet, not what they may expect….a heavy heart does not translate to an arduous walk. As is customary, you are listening to piano music, putting you in a world of its own. It’s like the scenery alters in front of you. Like the last scene in Titanic; the rusty and forlorn Continue Reading

“…she said to herself. I know what it is now. I never thought I would know, but I do now. But she failed to add: if you can step back and identify it, is it really there? Shouldn’t you be unable to know what the whole thing’s about? Just blindly clutch and hold and fear Continue Reading

Friday morning….the sun is streaming through the blinds, finding the most miniscule of loopholes to penetrate the bedroom. Sebastian is singing in the shower. He is going straight to afterschool as school is closed today. I have a yoga hour at 9 AM, followed by a working day with my hubby. He came to me Continue Reading

“An attachment grew up. What is an attachment? It is the most difficult of all the human interrelationships to explain, because it is the vaguest, the most impalpable. It has all the good points of love, and none of its drawbacks. No jealousy, no quarrels, no greed to possess, no fear of losing possession, no Continue Reading