The Corner Shop has a lovely cover and that is probably the nicest thing to say about it. Elizabeth Cadell wrote light romantic comedies in the Britain and her books were fairly popular, so I feel bad about dissing it. When I picked it up I was looking for something similar to the likes of E.F. Benson or Monica Dashwood – light, sharp and witty notes on the quiet country life. Which is why I…
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Enjoy An Evening Of Suspense with the play – “I’ll Be Back Before Midnight”
by VipulaSome plays are a social commentary on the past or the present, then some plays are witty and intelligent using their razor-edged lines to make sharp cuts in your mind and then some plays are just for fun. The play, Peter Colley’s “I’ll be back before midnight” does not promise to be anything other than your average edge-of-the-seat thriller, and it succeeds in that promise. A remote house, quirky neighbor, nervous wife, incest, and paranoia–are…
2012 was a big year for us. Kapil & I moved our life to the west coast and have not looked back since. Here I share some of my thoughts as we make the big move Read More…
In September of this year, Kapil and I moved out of St. Louis after having lived there for almost 3 years. Since I had been clamoring for the big city life for so long I had not anticipated the wave of loss to hit me as I got ready to “leave on a jet plane”. Putting my thoughts to paper, I had planned to publish this post some time ago, but the craziness of the…
“A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.” ― Graham Greene, The End of the Affair Isn’t that a beautiful start? I fell head over heels in love with the novel the minute I read that opening sentence. However, as it often happens, it was easier to fall in love than to stay in love. So, What’s It About?…
As I was just a few weeks away from my trip to India and Istanbul, I was itching to read something to get me into the spirit of things. I started with Orhan Pamuk’s Istanbul, but the book wasn’t it. His Istanbul is black and white, always cold, and inhabited by jinns. I don’t know what it is with Pamuk and me. I love his writing; the prose is poetic, but I can never seem…
