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Continue reading →: Writing Humour: Seven Challenges of Style
Originally posted on bottledworder: When it comes to writing, different people do different styles well. No style is easy be it reflective or expository or informative. Writing to entertain can take various forms but the most challenging to pull off, according to me, is the humorous. Why? 1. When the…
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Continue reading →: Monday After no Ordinary Sunday
Perhaps holidays are just meant to be that way. To seem indefinitely long when they start, to seem impossibly short when they end and to speed up incredibly in the middle. They seem fat and elastic when they are looming around the corner but sort of thin and misty trailing…
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Continue reading →: Writing and Nostalgia
A massive storm is approaching the East Coast this holiday season. It’s going to bring rain and snow and strong winds. Outside my window, broad daylight already looks like night. It’s like someone has wiped the window panes with a thin layer of gray, translucent paint. Everything looks more drab…
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Continue reading →: Writing Implements of Wonder
I recently got a surprise gift for my birthday. It was an iPad Air, my very first tablet. I downloaded Pages on it and typed a little rather tentatively. The iPad Air is a really sleek, thin, shiny thing, cool and smooth to the touch. The experience of typing feels…
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Continue reading →: A writing hiatus
Have you ever thought of taking a break from blogging? Did the thought of going dormant for a few weeks, hibernating, practicing detachment and forgetfulness ever occur to you? Did that idea of no writing week seem blissful or somehow empty? Did you wonder if you would miss your posts,…
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Continue reading →: My DurgaThursday had dawned like any other Thursday with the beep-beep alarm going off on the cell phone. A sickly dawn spread across the dark sky outside and the city paled across the river preparing for another day same as the last one.
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Continue reading →: How to stop worrying and start writing
Many of us just know we have it in us to produce some good writing of value. Yet, either anxiety doesn’t let us get there or makes us so slow that there’s no progress over long periods of time. Some of us lose ourselves in the rituals we develop around writing–getting…
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Continue reading →: To myself
I simply decided to write for writing’s sake today. No ideas, no context, no organization with little attention to style. While the rest of the world seems to demand a topic, an awareness of an audience, perhaps a point to the whole exercise, my blog is the only place I…
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Continue reading →: Boys will be boys
I stand on our balcony and look down. Two boys are hard at work. The balcony is on a pier on the river. It’s a bright blue day with the glowing Manhattan skyline spread out on one side. The Verrazano-Narrows bridge is strung like a pencil sketch on a bright…
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Continue reading →: The Anatomy of Regret
There are many who will tell you they have no regrets in life. They lived their lives the way they meant to and every new turn, every new nook, every new bump need not have been lived another way. Seriously? You mean to tell me that every time you made…
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Continue reading →: Fall cometh
When seasons change and the scorching heat of Summer gives way to the clear light of Fall, when the loud random noises of unwatched television shows and afternoon sundry leaf-blowing give way to the quietness of bed, when the painful numbness of the hopelessness of everyday life gives way to…
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Continue reading →: Life’s unexpected moments
Not the fruit of experience, but experience itself, is the end. Sometimes, as you’re rushing through life, something happens that you’d never expected. You behave out of character. Your blueprint of life changes orientation. No, it ceases to matter. You know those signposts are reading different, passing you by and…
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Continue reading →: Memories of student life
There is something about student life that seems irreplaceable in later years. There is a capacity for bonding, for sharing, for taking risks to abandon ourselves to friendships that we keep losing as we get more and more fossilized into our set roles in life. For those of you who…
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Continue reading →: A weekday afternoon
I have always thought that there is nothing very remarkable about afternoons. Poets write about dawn, about dusk, about starry nights but rarely will you find an entire eulogy dedicated to an afternoon. Afternoon is regarded as one long, nondescript chunk of time between noon and night in the English…
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