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loony life: April 2011
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Wednesday, April 20, 2011. As light wanes, the heart searches for love. For me, the beauty of nights has much to do with the colour black — the hue of absorption, mystery, seduction and death. As I look up at the fickle moon bobbing like a ball in the dark November sky with stars flitting around like fireflies I wonder which ignoramus labelled nights as the hour of the demons. What can match the cool beauty, subtle fragrance and deep sexuality of the night? Posted by Jaya Madhavan. Friday, April 15, 2011.
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loony life: Ode to Clothes
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Saturday, June 28, 2014. Colorful, chaotic, comfortable, well used, well loved, frayed in the edge, patchy in places, fading, gaudy, smooth, sober, silken, lacy and mostly bright, is how I can describe the contents of the wardrobe. But hey presto! The description matches my life too! Is the kid studying at all? 8221; I leave a note for my son on the cupboard, “Your shelf- askew and confusing- like Malinga’s bowling action. I want to see a Kumble.”. Posted by Jaya Madhavan. View my complete profile. When ...
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loony life: June 2015
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Monday, June 22, 2015. Review of Kabir the Weaver Poet by a friend from Pakistan. Kabir Das, the 15th Century Enigma. Title: Kabir the Weaver – Poet. No of pages: 140. Price: Ind Rs 150.00. In February this year, I received a gift. Sent by a friend, Kabir the Weaver-Poet was signed. By the author Jaya Madhavan, with a personal note for me saying she was glad to connect. Through her book, and that “Kabir is calling! 8221; I am sure my friend had. Recommended for readers from age 12 upwards. Professional d...
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loony life: January 2011
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Friday, January 7, 2011. Response to Usha Mukunda's "Discovering Kabir". Thanks much Usha for the warm and detailed response to the book. I am particularly happy that you have documented the responses of young adults to the book. Thank you Dakshayini, Yamuna and Rishon for reading the book. How did the book begin? Is always a welcome question to the author. The answer I am afraid is going to be tad long. Where do I find him? Kabir was a fortuitous encounter. Yes. A life enhancing one. Short stories for t...
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loony life: Review of Kabir the Weaver Poet by a friend from Pakistan
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Monday, June 22, 2015. Review of Kabir the Weaver Poet by a friend from Pakistan. Kabir Das, the 15th Century Enigma. Title: Kabir the Weaver – Poet. No of pages: 140. Price: Ind Rs 150.00. In February this year, I received a gift. Sent by a friend, Kabir the Weaver-Poet was signed. By the author Jaya Madhavan, with a personal note for me saying she was glad to connect. Through her book, and that “Kabir is calling! 8221; I am sure my friend had. Recommended for readers from age 12 upwards. Professional d...
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loony life: Lunch at Twilight, Dinner at Midnight
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Sunday, June 15, 2014. Lunch at Twilight, Dinner at Midnight. For me, the beauty of nights has much to do with the color black- the hue of absorption, mystery, seduction and death. As I look up at the fickle moon bobbing like a ball on the dark November sky with stars flitting around like fire flies I wonder which ignoramus labeled nights as the hour of the demons. What can match the cool beauty, subtle fragrance and deep sexuality of the night? Posted by Jaya Madhavan. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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loony life: September 2011
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Tuesday, September 13, 2011. A taste of his own medicine. Mannan was totally besotted with the extraordinary instrument called the telephone that had arrived, bright and black, in neighbour Achari Mama’s household. Instead of posting letters and replying to replies, one could just pick up the phone and talk to the desired person! 8221; If only he could speak to some girl on the telephone and impress her. 8220;Phone calls are expensive and cost 50p per call,” dissuaded grandmother Sitamma. Brother and sis...
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loony life: When the butterfly died on me....
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Sunday, June 15, 2014. When the butterfly died on me. Two days hence when we returned, we found the butterfly on the floor, in a room different from where we saw it last. Its wings were intact. Only its legs seemed bent, like a fractured green twig. Had the maid left the fan on and injured the butterfly on its way out? 8220;What can we feed it? 8221; my son asked worriedly. There was no honey in the house. What about ghee? After a while my daughter reported excitedly, “Dit is get-upping.”. A Tid and a Bit.
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loony life: August 2011
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Tuesday, August 30, 2011. The Power of Spit. 8220;Our saliva has great cleaning and healing properties,” Mannan stated and immediately Jana spat into her hands and began applying saliva over her eye sty which had erupted owing to too much fun under the afternoon sun. Red and round the sty looked like a red chilli ready to be tossed in oil. It sure burnt like one. 8220;Poor Jana, do you need our spit too? 8221; Appu and Lal, the next door siblings asked generously. 8220;Stop, stop, please stop. We wil...
