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Chapter 3: The Man Who Watched the Morning
He didn’t believe in chaos. But some mornings had a way of rewriting quiet lives.The soft hum of music filled the room- the kind that didn’t demand attention but lingered in the air, like a heartbeat. The blinds were half-open, letting sunlight slip through in uneven bands that stretched across the floor, landing on carefully stacked books, a vinyl player, and a single plant he watered every morni...
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Sameer Gudhate Presents the Book Review of Mother Mary Comes to Me by Arundhati RoyI remember the exact moment I discovered The God of Small Things — the air sticky with monsoon humidity, the smell of old paper, the faint clatter of a train in the distance — and how the world Roy created felt impossibly alive in my hands. Until then, the Booker Prize was just a shiny emblem, a distant flag waving ...
Sip, Read, Review – ‘‘Mother Mary Comes to Me’’ by Arundhati Roy
‘Mother Mary Comes to Me’ by Arundhati Roy is one impressive memoir. An honest one, a crazy brutally honest one - about a girl (Arundhati Roy) who has spent her life watching her mother (Mary Roy). Observing her. Loving her. Not hating her. Wanting to leave her. Failing to leave her. It’s all here - every emotion rolled into one 300 pages book….Checkout this week’s book review - https://jaeeblogsc...
Why are we?
Image Location : Petroglyph National Monument, Albuquerque, New Mexico.Someone chiseled / scratched these figures into these rocks a few centuries ago. To record what they saw perhaps, explain it to others. Commemorate a change in nature? Interpretation to present a perspective? Doodling?Not much is known about what these figures represent - perhaps lost knowledge. Could we be seen in the same lig...
Who are we?
“The atoms of our bodies are traceable to stars that manufactured them in their cores and exploded these enriched ingredients across our galaxy, billions of years ago. For this reason, we are biologically connected to every other living thing in the world. We are chemically connected to all molecules on Earth. And we are atomically connected to all atoms in the universe. We are not figuratively, b...
Chapter 2: Where the Light finds her.
Some mornings don’t ask for words, they unfold quietly, like a secret you’ve always known.. The door to “ Chapter and Brew” opened with its familiar creak. A soft breath of morning air followed her in - cool, gentle and alive.Here she was ‘ Kaia ‘ She stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the wooden floor. The cafe seemed to exhale when she arrived, as though the ro...
