Category: diva di’vine
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Summer stories.
Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.–Saul Bellow Sugarcane field near Bromo (Indonesia 2009) Summer memories that bring a smile on my face. there are so many, the high light of it all was unfailingly the 11th of April year after year in those magical years as child, before…
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Hair-groom.
In search of the Hair-groom. Seen those matrimonial column, “wanted fair brides” well now imagine being born in a joint family as the fifth girl, no sons in view, four others fair, straight nosed and straight-haired. So you know what I grew up with. Fortunately for me I was born in a Tulu household were…
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Literary Agent
Originally posted on My Bookshelf: This is an interview mailed by Louis Vas, I am sharing this without his permission. I hope he will excuse me. Since there seem to be quite a few aspiring authors in Goa, below is anot so recent interview with a literary agent in Mumbai, which may behelpful in their…
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On My Honor.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.—Robert Frost. Two days back we returned from Dharwad, and I put my phone off, I had promised my friend something and I could not make it. A little…
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Elephants can remember,
Ah! I am only elephantine, and not an elephant. It was a family get together a cousin of my mother had come down after donkey’s years, okay I’ll cut the excuses I could not recognize her. How many times have we been there and paid the price for it? When it is a name it…
