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My essay this week is a catalogue of small, beautiful things. Sunlight, roadside flowers, letters from old friends, & more. 🌻✉️
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From my essay on grief. Hope it reaches everyone who may need it. ❤️🩹
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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
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Give me one rain, smuged evenings and a sky full of moon....##skyフレンド募集 #RainyDays #fullmoon #abstract #streetphotography #eveningvibes
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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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"Be out of sync with your times for just one day, and you will see how much eternity you contain within you."
Rainer Maria Rilke
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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
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"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
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To choose not to make a bridge of fallen expectations, you must be too fond of the river of the here and now.
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The days were quiet. They did not feel particularly quiet or happy but through them ran the sense, like an underground river, that there would come a time when these days would be looked back on as happiness, all that life could give of contentment and peace.
John McGahern
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“The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.”
— Mahatma Gandhi



























