Hope

Deep run the pages of history The Winding Corridors of Time, The Stone Halls reveling in their emptiness; Deeds lost and forgot.   Deeds that rejoiced in the glory of the present; Those shreds of life – that murky proof of Time; Soon to be lost, and never remembered – as the pages slowly turn.…

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Spain mein Desi Driver

Question: What happens when you drive in a foreign country for the first time after being accustomed to the ‘Indian’ style of driving? You drive into the pedestrian area and pray that the policeman sitting in the car you have been following, doesn’t look into his rear-view mirror! You make a deadly turn and almost…

The Dancer on the Sill

“Is it true that you can steal portraits from nature as well?” She did not immediately acknowledge the question, but continued to stare intently at the raindrops breaking off the window sill. I had the unsettling feeling that she could see something that I was clearly missing. I followed her gaze, resting my eyes on…

Lost in Ancient Greece

Two towering figures face each other on the foot of the Acropolis – a woman clad in an armour of the fiercest bronze, her shield bearing the snarling head of a Gorgon, her radiant spear held high; and a man, swirling a mighty trident, glistening in the waves that slowly rose all around him, his…

Food.

Life is short, eat your dessert first! (Because I was bored with the insistence of being a rebel, a man, a lawyer, superman or awesome etc.) Be a foodie! Why? Because you have seen enough of those monotonous writing, reading, travelling, engineering or lawyering up, so far. Now, eat! Until now, you would have never…

The Offering (A History of Jacke in 100 Objects #26)

Jacke Wilson

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And then something happened that changed everything.

I wish I could start the story that way, because that’s how it felt when it happened: startling, vivid, breathtakingly transformative. Even now it makes my heart race, the moment when I looked down and saw what I saw on our front porch, and the follow-up moment when I pulled the car out of the garage and saw what was there. But you can’t be jolted out of a world without there being a world to be jolted out of. That’s an awkward way of saying it, but I’m a storyteller, not an expert in metaphysics. Bear with me.

And then something happened that changed everything.

We’ll get to the something. But first, you have to know what the everything was.

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We were renting a house on a cul-de-sac in northern Virginia. The purplest part of a purple state, in the section of…

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A Sense of Defeat

Defeat. It comes in so many shapes and forms.   There are those which descend on a dime but they Are not the debilitating ones. There are those that snatch the most beloved but they Are not the most crippling ones. Truly, the ones that drain My sense of being are they That live with…

One for the Stage

Aah! It is indeed a quaint addiction, A lot of love and a little friction, A melancholic malediction, But with each passing day it grows – this conviction - That I cannot live without the hope That I may embrace her once again.   It is to this weakness that I am beholden It is…

All Roads Lead to Tahrir – or do they?

Five IIM-A students on a tight budget do a nine day pit-stop in Egypt before heading for their respective exchange terms in Europe. I stirred awake as the driver of our car struggled once, twice, thrice to switch to fifth gear on the highway. Vague recollections from childhood of my father attempting the same in…