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The Matisse chapel
There’s a small chapel in Vence, in the south of France, for the Dominican sisters, called Chapelle du Rosaire de Vence. It was designed by Matisse, a staunch atheist, in honour of the young nurse who had taken great care of him after his cancer surgery. Last night, as in a dream, I kept thinking…
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Sex and the City
So, I’ve watched all seasons of Sex and the City. It was a particularly boring summer, and I really wanted to know what all the fuss was about. Now it’s nothing great, but even so, if one looks for it, if one is attentive enough, there are moments of poetry, of epiphany, of revelation in…
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A Mad Dream on Immortality
Some mornings, I feel waking up in the arms of a fragile ghost, which covers its subtle shoulders with the weight of thousands of years of lives. Through his sheer body, like from a glass window, I can see everything that has happened before and everything that will happen later. His heart, tinted faintly red,…
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Disparate thoughts on life
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R3D3YNmg-Ak I remember watching an interview of Vashti Bunyan where the interviewer asks her if she ever felt the need to marry her partner of twenty years – they were separated by then, hence the question perhaps – and she said, so beautifully, so naturally that it was not nice to bind someone to you.…
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on professors
In my university, there was a particularly handsome and brilliant professor, in his late forties (we guessed : but he was probably older) – there was not a girl on campus who did not have a crush on him – and stories circulated about him : he was married to a renowned dancer for…
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Geeta Bali
In 1965, Geeta Bali contracted small pox while shooting for the film Ek Chadar Maili Si. It was being directed by Rajinder Singh Bedi, who had also written the novel the film was based on. When she died, Bedi put a copy of the novel on her burning pyre. She was only 35. It’s strange…
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The blue Danube
One evening in Calcutta, my father, somewhat drunk, called me and told me that I could come to him even if I murdered someone. I told him I really had no intention – it might seem otherwise sometimes – of doing anything like that but it was good to know that I could. He was…
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cherchez la femme
In the depths of the Thar, I sometimes look for God. I have never found Him. The ancient question comes to mind: क, who, what? Someone, in the middle of the auric fort of Jaisalmer, hands me a note: cherchez la femme.
Beyond Six Rivers 