The Rebelle blog

As the day dawns nearer, I have some butterflies in my stomach and I feel like a nervous wreck. I spent three consecutive days doing absolutely nothing. My body and mind welcomed this break of nothingness. At times, I exhaust myself too much beyond repair or rest. This weekend was to reclaim some peace and health, also being back here! I have been reading consistently thanks to a books app, Anybooks. It's easier when the phone is always within my reach. There are always a lot of books that go half-read and abandoned midway because I get distracted by new ones. However, this phase is one I don't mind going through. It's always great to have too many books to read. And, because we are serious readers we get inundated with lots of reading for work or academia apart from the pleasure-seeking reads. I, for one, have been ignoring my serious reads for a while. Before I leave, I hope I shall finish these book drafts, abstracts, and tonnes of research papers that my thesis stude...

I am embarking on a new journey this year. One that takes me through herbs, spices, lots of vegetables and images that satiate my thirst for something I have never attempted wholeheartedly or given any consideration previously. I am going to try my hand at Cooking. I hope I stick to this idea. Never been a big fan of food or kitchen antics despite seeing this passion in my mother and younger sister. Both of them go balsamic(intended with a pun) at the thought of creating new recipes. I have forever been the person who dives her nose deep into books especially when the ladies are on a cooking expedition. Lately though, I feel my senses are stimulating themselves to smells and fragrances drifting from above our kitchen. My Dad recently gifted my Mom a big, heavy set Julia Child-ish book of Indian Recipes. True to her passionate self, we have been eating wonderfully creative dinners and Sunday lunches for the past few weeks. I knew some of my mother's passion must have rubbed off on...

Lilting music, violin sounds and a mellow afternoon- my idea of perfect time for a refreshing cup of tea and a good book that's about to end. Having spent three years with such luxury I'm spoilt to the core and often long for these afternoons. I remember my professor's warm conversations during thesis, and lazy walks through Fort. I have spent every waking moment with Orhan Pamuk and his Istanbul. Then there were times spent listening to the great Usha Uthup- she's a delight. Everything is so fresh in my mind, Her feminist decoding of 'Bindiya Chamkegi' is original and important and should be heard by every young impressionable girl. We live in such fractured times. I came across this book of Greek mythology and a dictionary on the same while looking for some other books in my collection. While going through them casually, I came upon markings in my handwriting on comparisons with other book characters and my exasperated comments. I remembered my obsessed tri...