nostalgia
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There is a certain joy that I feel every time I think about food. It’s an innocent joy, a very quid pro quo where a delicious piece is kept in front of me and I get to have a sensual experience of enjoying it.
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When I was in school, we had to make journals as part of our board exams requirement. They were 20 easy marks to add to our science subjects and almost everyone put in the considerable effort of asking for favours, getting their mothers/sisters onboard to do the diagrams or to write the material so the
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As a child I was always decent at drawing and painting. I used to take classes and when you’re anywhere below 10 years old, arts and crafts as a hobby and subject are mightily supported by teachers, schools and the curriculum. I stopped a long time back. But not until a conversation with an editor
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Today’s prompt was hard to choose – not because they weren’t good but because I couldn’t get my brain to conjure a story around any. I tried to write an interpretation for the quote but it felt rather inconsequential. While trying to think of a theme for a work related post, Harry Potter came into
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Some of my fondest memories have an element of food attached to them. In fact I have managed to find a food angle to some of my disastrous memories as well. Is it any wonder when one of my favourite quotes perfectly captures two of my favourite pastimes – eating and thinking: “Indian thought while
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The sudden jerk of my neck woke me up. I grunted indelicately as my brain struggled to make peace with the cruel ending of the most glorious dream. I came to with a gasp, relieved I hadn’t drooled over the train window my right cheek had been plastered to. Blinking rapidly, I looked around, thankful
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