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A truthful confession: Are u kidding me? Or are u- freaking- kidding me? Come on, you don't expect me to read the whole thing? The lure of literature is unknown to me. Novels,short stories,poems..well, they are the same: essentially boring. What's that thing again? Oh yes : Semiotics. The science of signs,isn't it? Some thing signifying something. Off we go on a merry go round: Building and locating structures, Calling them redundant and going Past them er I mean post. If I could do a Marxist reading I wonder what would Marx do? Bless you wiki-link

Live in the moment. Scriptures,philosophers,gurus across the world recommend the live- in- the -moment approach to life.  It sounds easy. Then, why is it tough to mitigate the past, to survive the present, and moreover, continue to hope for a better future. Why is it tempting to despair? To give up is easy; to let go is difficult.  They say one cannot hold on to the past. It slips through,like sand. Does it really? For, in comes the tide; a tidal wave full of emotions. Sand won't slip off now. Neither can we undo our past, nor can relive the good old days. We write because we wish to cherish,to protect,to reconnect with what has gone by.  Equally enticing is the future. Full of fantasy and glamour. An illusion that would soon become an overwhelming present. We write so that one day our dreams might become a reality. Writing will give them a  semblance of reality;of life; of truth. It is written. It must be true. It should happen. It must happen. We w...

Rich aroma of coffee fills the kitchen. Mum baking us a Walnut-Coffee cake. We step into the kitchen only to be driven out. We start a fight over the first bite. The first lick of the chocolate sauce as it flows into the tray. Munching off almonds in the guise of garnishing the cake. Coffee cake fights were Legen "wait for it" dary. And so was the cake, always. I try hard to make one now It's never late to learn to bake. Wish you all a Happy New Year!