I do not know this Mulk Raj Anand who sat in London’s public bars and made small talk. Delightful though. Conversations in Bloomsbury is a rather unusual book. Life knocked out the humor in him in later years or he chose to write that way, I am not sure.

On Failure Not sure how these readings surface on the screen. Seems like a mean little divine algorithm running in the background which throws up writing with parallels to current life situations. Not complaining. This is enriching if anything.

TE Lawrence (via Largottes on twitter) “All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it … Continue reading


Camus. It is time to read. Have overlooked his books at bookstores often. Chanced upon this quote.‘Everything is forgotten’ - witnessed it, faced it. And now the thought seems compelling enough to probe more into this feeling of greatness and how it dissipates away in the flow of years.  Believe me there is no such … Continue reading Camus

(Via Rachel Moravia on twitter) Gets the grain of life’s experience. To let it go requires work every damn day. And yet, every following morning it is back to square one, where one fails to imagine life in the absence of what one loved.