What do you see when you look into the mirror?
Travel far enough into sorrow, tears turn into sighing... A Poem by Ghalib
My attempts to lull her to sleep, utterly futile.
The meticulous weaving of their poetry rendered me breathless and left me in wonderment at the powerful hold that poetry has over our minds.
"I can’t say that I planned to write this book. I don’t believe the story told itself—as it is neither fiction nor a memoir in a conventional sense. I did not have the privilege of hindsight as I wrote in my diary. I’ve narrated the creative process and entrepreneurial journey in real-time as it unfolded in my life."
Dipa Sanatani is back with another book and this time it’s a non-fiction. And yet it tells a story. Her story. Listen carefully and you’ll hear its song...Woven with a fairytale-like narration, The Merchant of Stories has all her musings, experiences and knowledge put together in a single book. The book builds a magical world of awe without the hint of any supernatural element in it. Well, life itself is magic... Isn’t it?
When our hearts break, the first thing we wish to do is to forget all the sweet memories of our beloved. The best memories become the most painful ones. And on our lonely nights, the memories come back to remind us of the stark contrast between our past and present. Yet, our heart is unable to forget them as it doesn’t come with a ‘delete’ button.
My eyes turn their gaze toward the celestial ones. A blanket of stars wrap me in their embrace. It is quiet and cold. I am in the Negev Desert. The last time I was here was close to a decade ago. It was Hanukah and we'd come here on a school trip. Why did my my mind's eye bring me back here?