How did September almost come to an end? I shake my head in disbelief. This can’t be happening. Has the world somehow shrunk Time? It seems that the days are running shorter and I am dreading the end of each day, knowing that somehow, inexorably Time is weaving its spider’s web over my life, entangling
I went off the reading cliff in June. It’s not that I didn’t have time. I so hate it when people give me that excuse. I just didn’t seem to be able to finish any book that I started. I am currently reading 11 books at the same time! Yes! You read that right. 11.
Nothing exemplifies the transitoriness of life more to me than the month of May. I have watched bewildered as a friendship crumbled because someone struggled to stand up and be counted. I have seen in a month that nothing we imagine is ever as it is. That we can go back on words. That we
“April is the cruelest month,” wrote one of my favorite writers, TS Eliot, in that magnum opus of a poem, The Wasteland. If you haven’t read the poem, please go and carve out some decrepitude of time and read it. “Hurry up, please, it’s time.” April wasn’t cruel for me, though. Last month was beautiful,
Oh, March! That Month of Madness. Mad as a March Hare was I. Bereft of sense was I. Chasing Shadows was I. And yet, here I am, another month, listening to these wise words from Yeboah. “Only those with tenacity can march forward in March.” ― Ernest Agyemang Yeboah I agree. March is a rude
Only I would think about the books I read in January AFTER I finish writing a post about the books I read in February. I had not really thought of making this a book review site, but I figured I have to make a place for the books I read, somewhere. This seems just as