A train of thought

Thinking of my countless train journeys, in my mind’s eye, I see a kaleidoscope of memories, of people I met and the places I saw, of the undeniable beauty that unfolded mile after mile, of the shouts and cacophony of railway stations and the silence of the nights, and the looking out of the windows… Continue reading A train of thought

Day 30 of Nablopomo

What happens when you commit to something? What happens when you follow it through with passion and conviction? What happens when you write every day? In short, what happens when you participate in Nablopomo, and reach the end and have a ‘I Did It’ post to write? A few things happen: Commitment itself is reward.… Continue reading Day 30 of Nablopomo

X.J.Kennedy: Master of comic verse

There is a verse of Kennedy that is lovely. It is indicative of the light humour that marks his writings. I read it twelve years ago and instantly fell in love with it. To Someone Who Insisted I Look Up Someone In three lines, it talks of travel, friends, pomposity. Brevity and humour marry! X.J.Kennedy… Continue reading X.J.Kennedy: Master of comic verse

Thank You All

Thank You. Big words. Sometimes, so oft repeated that they lose their meaning and relevance. But said at the right time (or even late) and with sincerity, they can warm someone’s heart… and a few months of winter. I am grateful to Daily Post for providing me this opportunity to express my appreciation to all… Continue reading Thank You All

Treasure-Matryoshka Doll

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Matryoshka Dolls

A Matryoshka doll is a set of wooden dolls of decreasing size placed one inside the other.

This doll of mine stays in a satin pouch most of the time, so treasured it is. It was a gift from my Russian teacher and it reminds me of the good times, when I was learning Russian, of the great friends I had and the idealism of the youth.

After the fall of the USSR, all things Russian were neglected in India, where before, even learning the language was encouraged. Now, with all funding of the institute I was studying at gone (Dr A V Baliga Institute of Russian Studies, Bhopal, India), a band of young students and professionals tried to do everything to save the language.

The doll signifies courage and persistence to me of those handful of people.