Posted in belles-lettres, miscellaneous, tagged arthur koestler, cynthia jefferies, death, dependance, love, sickness, suicide, suicide-pact, writer on March 3, 2008 | No Comments »
Twenty five years ago on this day, Cynthia Jefferies looked lovingly at her husband Arthur Koestler.
He was sick and mentally decayed - the brilliant mind that wrote “Darkness at noon” was all but vanquished by Parkinson’s, the body was fighting a losing battle with leukamia. Yet, she knew that the essence of the man hadn’t yet gone away. And though [...]
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Posted in belles-lettres, personal, tagged beauty, cafe, children, coffee-shop, life, morning, outdoor cafe, pasadena, personal, sunshine, winter on December 8, 2007 | No Comments »
It’s a brilliant morning. The air is cool and fresh, the sunshine abundant and there’s not a cloud in the sky. I sit on a metal chair outside Corner Bakery sipping my coffee.
The road is full of colourful kids. It’s the annual parade day. They walk, they smile, some wobble along on their tiny bikes wearing their impossibly cute red [...]
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I entered my kitchen lethargically and lit the stove. The flame flickered uncertainly, then became a strong bluish-white as I turned up the gas. I poured some water in a steel saucepan and put it on to boil.
It was early and my housemate wasn’t yet up. I walked over to the veranda and stood there for a few [...]
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Posted in belles-lettres, imported-from-old-blog, on certain arts, writings and performances, personal, tagged apprehension, belles-lettres, dementor, Mozart, music, poetry, reviews, Salil Choudhury on July 10, 2005 | No Comments »
It is summer, and there’s not much to do. In other words, there is plenty of opportunity to feel sad.
I suppose it is a season of dementors. They glide into you and take control, and sometimes they do their job so well that you think you’ll never be happy again. But eventually they let you [...]
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