“How is your writing going?” she asked.

Everything that I look at is nature. Table, bookshelf, a wall, a person, a plastic bag too — not just trees, rivers, mountains etc. Anything that exists, is nature. Nothing is possible outside nature. However I have noticed that what quietly nourishes me when I look at it, is only what is conventionally considered nature… Continue reading “How is your writing going?” she asked.

On A Saturday Morning

Writing shall be my main activity for today. So many days have passed, I have not gifted myself the unique beautiful atmosphere that occurs while I write. So writing shall be my main activity for today Should I write in the notebook or on the computer? I like the vibe that is created when writing… Continue reading On A Saturday Morning

How Tagore Bought Me Free Lunch In The Nilgiris

Just like Allahabad is the point of confluence of three rivers, (Ganga, Yamuna, and the chronically shy Saraswati), a small town in the Nilgiri mountain range is a confluence of three South Indian languages: Tamil, Malayalam, and Kannada. This town, though officially in Tamil Nadu, is right at the border of both Kerala and Karnataka.… Continue reading How Tagore Bought Me Free Lunch In The Nilgiris