Hmm… what do I feel about this story? Honestly, this is not a topic that interests me: a girl who just joined college, who’s pretending to be Momma’s girl, but is an entirely different person—a rebel. She doesn’t like going to the church but goes just coz Mom says she should. Wears the sweaters her mother knit coz her mother likes it. But I enjoyed reading the story. Just for the way it’s been written:... continue reading→
We’ve been travelling different places thanks to #365stories. Today, we go to Germany in the post-WWII era. This is the time when the war has ended and there are American soldiers all around in Berlin, waiting to go back home. Ulli is a young woman who starts working at the bar. She meets a few soldiers herself, and decides to date them. However, she undergoes some unpleasant experiences and decides to stop, and instead, “hook... continue reading→
Started as a reaction to Trump’s “travel ban”, Banthology is a collection of stories from the countries that were part of the “ban list”. I chanced upon this story on Lit Hub, today. As it turns out, this story is also a little about travel bans! The author writes this story in the first person. She’s at the airport lounge, and has been there for what seems like a few days now. As is the... continue reading→
‘In the beginning, there were two nations. One was a vast mighty and magnificent empire, brilliantly organised and culturally unified, which dominated a massive swathe of the earth. The other was underdeveloped, semi-feudal realm, riven by religious factionalism and barely able to feed its illiterate, diseased and stinking masses. The First Nation was India. The second was England.’ Alex Von Tunzelman begins her non fictional book on the summer that changed the shape of the... continue reading→
I’ve not been a big fan of fantasy. That’s one of the reasons I’ve not read Harry Potter. (Yes, I’m one of those humans alive.) The reason, I think, is that fantasy is something I cannot personally connect to. But when I picked up this story today, I didn’t realise it was fantasy. I didn’t even read the title properly: just the synopsis. Tatyana Tolstaya, in this story, starts with things that go missing. Socks,... continue reading→
When anything comes up about a village in Kerala, I instantly get transported to my parents’ villages. The misty mornings amidst evergreen trees, the moist, clean air, the quiet with just the birds making all the noise, and all of that good stuff we people just dream about these days. But if someone were to ask me if I’d go back to Kerala to lead the rest of my life there, I’d have to spend... continue reading→