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While this subject can be very touchy for most people, my opinion is that there has to be a middle or common ground that we all can find. I do appreciate that youve added relevant and intelligent commentary here though. Thank you! A soft mattress is not a good idea, though you probably won’t come across many when shopping.
Ansari and Chatterjee. Two sweepers like Zail Singh, whatever twist you may give it. You have excelled yourself again, Sujatha dear.
Thank you, Parvana. Now you’ve made MY day brighter.
Once in a while you write a little-something about yourself which ends up as a delightful read, reminds me of your ‘Expletive Deleted’ column when it was a regular feature on the editorial page of HT.
Kushal Reply:November 28th, 2012 at 4:24 am
Thanks Kanika. And gosh, I had completely forgotten that column. I’m sure it wasn’t called Expletive Deleted, though.
Kanika Dhupar Reply:November 28th, 2012 at 11:17 am
It had a grey background with you in really short hair sketched on it. I think you are right it was called something else, let me find that..
Loved this read, Kushal..it is delightful…also will bring back many memories for most people, like it did for me. thank you!.
Share the memories, Sunila?
Too many, Kushal, to put down here. Besides, across a view of so many years, some, i suspect, are more rose-coloured than what was reality! And there are so many desks…ours (my sisters) then mine, my childrens’,…but all the memories are of happy times, absorbed totally in the act of the moment, whether it was reading or writing, pasting pressed flowers and leaves, or painting, of an uncomplicated time…But mostly it’s a warm feeling of happiness. Later it was a refuge,(wrote poems, yes, really about green leaves and flowers and love!!) where mainly family left you alone to do whatever, unless you had cheated on your chores and someone else had to do them!My desk was like my own private room, with a do not disturb sign, unless invited by me to enter. i can’t imagine my world was so much my own when i was young…and oh, the ink of those days…how can i forget that! filling ink pens…doing all kinds of things with ink bottles, droppers, nibs….the most wonderful time spent with ink, smelling it, spilling it, ink in my nails, yes, in,!! wiping the mess, hoping no stains would stay…..Kushal, you really brought back lovely memories..
I don’t know if you remember me, but I used to read your blog aaaages ago, when you were in Delhi ( I was there as well)! I’ve missed your writing! Just happened to remember you again and googled you and here you are!
Your writing always makes me feel like I’m reading a book in an old library surrounded by old books and sunlight filtering in through the windows. It’s a good feeling!
Kushal Reply:December 10th, 2012 at 5:04 am
Gosh, Sanjana, that is truly the nicest thing anyone has ever said about my writing. Thank you. And I cannot believe ANYone remembers my blog in Delhi! Going through yours now
Sanjana S Reply:December 11th, 2012 at 6:39 pm
Don’t know if you’ll remember by going through this blog of mine. I used to write under another name back then. We met at Green Park Barista and I was kinda star-struck by you
Of course I remember your old blog! You were hilarious and pretty awesome!
Kushal Reply:December 12th, 2012 at 4:33 am
No, your blog is entirely new to me. I remember the Green Park Barista. Grin.