Portland, Powell’s, books and a sense of alienation. 

This weekend in Portland brought in a pleasant surprise in the form of a real-life, feel-the-smell of books kind of an experience; a large book store namely, Powell's. The encounter had multiple shades of feelings. Foremost was the intensity of walking across aisles of book-shelves that is fast disappearing from our lives; given e-books, Amazon, … Continue reading Portland, Powell’s, books and a sense of alienation. 

Charlie

Charlie The best use of a jet-lag waking me up at 2am can be a blog piece. And here it is. This one is on Charlie, a Malayalam movie I watched on the plane back from San Francisco this weekend. Meenu once told me its story. She in fact insisted I watch it. That was … Continue reading Charlie

Martha & Marta

Martha is the mother, and Marta is her daughter. Marta Isabel in fact. They have become two very important people in my life. Rather unexpectedly. They speak Spanish and I speak a native southern Indian language called ‘Malayalam’. Marta the daughter can speak some English. So, we sort of ‘communicate’. Not knowing Spanish and with … Continue reading Martha & Marta