Hope.
Every time I read Orhan Pamuk’s Nobel Prize citation lecture, ‘My Father’s Suitcase’, I am transported to a day I can’t now fully recall. Every growing child has that day, when, shielded from the vici…
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Every time I read Orhan Pamuk’s Nobel Prize citation lecture, ‘My Father’s Suitcase’, I am transported to a day I can’t now fully recall. Every growing child has that day, when, shielded from the vici…
Four-and-half years of engineering, one year of blogging and one year of J-school later, I'm a sub-editor with an Indian national daily and not doing bad at all, if you asked me. I'm not parti…
Reading some pages of fiction touched off old memories that I'd forgotten existed, bringing back to life words and, with them, sensations. Words were between words, ideas between ideas, color unde…