Tag: #everyday jottings
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Bom Jesus
In 2012, during a rather strange trip to Goa, I found myself alone roaming the churches of the old city, one after the other on a particularly hot afternoon, even though it was December as far as I remember : I have a fever and I can’t trust my memory : and at the Basilica…
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A short history of being a woman
I wanted to be a muse when I was younger – not an artist, a muse : partly due to historical and cultural depictions, I now understand, but partly also due to my innate laziness : to inspire, and not do seemed like the perfect solution to everything. But then, as I saw men around…
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A short, short note on parents
A couple of years ago, my father bought a watch for himself. The moment I saw it, I told him I am keeping it. He hasn’t bought a new watch, for reasons unknown to me. My mother has a new watch, so now my father wears my mother’s old watch. I wear his, which is…
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past loves
I found two books today in my library that I had no idea I had: Wide Sargasso Sea, and Lady Chatterley’s Lover. I have no memory of buying them – I hadn’t even heard of Jean Rhys until last week – so, absolutely surprised, I opened the books to find them addressed to me by…
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And other worlds
After switching off all the lights tonight, a memory: Last year, an astrologer, after looking at my chart – the cosmic one – asked me to show him both my hands : without even taking a moment, he says, “so, you write?”
Beyond Six Rivers 