Anecdotes
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Boredom can have profound effects on what you write next. No I am not deleting this blog because I am bored. Neither should the title suggest that. The title just signifies that December and end of 2017 is near. Coming back to boredom, I have found it an excellent motivator in the recent past. Since…
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Sisters are amazing creatures. They are fodder for writing. They annoy, please, trouble and save and teach you things along the way. We have screaming matches when we are together but when either of us is not at home, the other one doesn’t really know what to do with herself.
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I think I have figured out why self annihilation is so appealing – it is always easier to start afresh, wipe the slate clean, start from scratch. It may take more effort and time, and there are no guarantees that you’ll succeed this time, but it is easier to erase the board than to find…
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Why do I write – this is a dangerous question. It takes you down a never-ending hole of self-pity where you are forced to examine your inflated sense of worth and going into that hole is never a pleasant experience.
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I am a writer. Words are my tool. The great world beyond my raw material and a blank page my mortal enemy and best friend. I can make worlds out of nothingness, take you on an adventure and occasionally even make you laugh. But writing is a solitary and isolating exercise. Even with all these…
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Over the twenty-seven years of my existence, I have gathered precious nuggets of wisdom from my father (aka the Toothless Dinosaur) and I have decided you will benefit from this share. It is of course completely up to you how you choose to receive this information. I received it in all seriousness.
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So I am tall. In medical terms it means I am 179 cm and most nurses have to climb onto stools to be able to measure my height properly – it is 99% possible my height in numbers is incorrect, In English that’s about 5′ 10″ and, In Indian, it means I won’t find a…
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