Dear Diary, I’ve narrated to you almost all the dreams (nightmares included) that I’ve had. But the one I had this morning is altogether different, even exhilarating! I found myself in the best of my spirits thanks to the dream, even after a nasty fight with parents and the sweltering summer temperatures. Well, let me… Continue reading A page from my dream diary…
For a while, Journalism was my dream career. It all started with ‘We the people’ – the famous talk show from NDTV 24×7. I started watching the show on my English teacher’s recommendation. Barkha had a lot in common with DP, or so felt my twelfth-grader-self. Like every other hat-tip from the teacher, I took… Continue reading A Reporter’s Diary
If I’m asked to define myself in a word, or more precisely an adjective, I’d call myself a dreamer. Ever since I was a kid, I used to have these dreams. The phrase ‘dreamless sleep’ is mostly alien to me. I don’t have a sleeping problem, per se, but I’d see some dream or the… Continue reading Dream on!
A calm, placid and jobless day – I was whiling time away at the State Central Library (Public Library) in our city, whose reading rooms have been my abode for a while. A bibliophile, I used to spend a large chunk of my free time at the British Library when it existed, but now that… Continue reading The woman in red