I found ‘Monk’ on Amazon Prime yesterday. The first detective show I watched was Karamchand. The second was Monk. It’s interesting what you remember and what you don’t
I didn’t remember that he’d lost his wife. Could be because I watched it on Cable during pre-recording era and just missed some episodes. Could be that my teen brain didn’t latch on that
Some days you can’t love social media enough. This is one of those days. It began like this. Someone stole 12 tons of KitKats.
And then the replies started coming in. Scroll down.
I once blogged, was part of reader groups. Bibliobibuli was my favourite. But it felt like work. Life changed. I left social media for years. I stopped blogging. Still, I like that social media remembers like an old album. Maybe I’ll post what I’m reading here. If it stays light.
Starting the year by returning to Harry Potter: re-listening to Deathly Hallows and rereading The Cursed Child. I’ve never been good at recording what I read. I tried Goodreads. It just wasn’t for me.
It’s the small acts that trip me up. Opening an app. Logging a book. Even replying to a WhatsApp message that would take seconds — I carry it with me for hours, sometimes days.
at some point in life you reach an age where you start hearing celebrities names and have no idea who they are and it just continues to happen for the rest of your life
The most underrated act of kindness is simply letting people be. Let them mispronounce a word, talk too much about a show they love, or get excited about something you don't quite understand. Everyone has something that lights them up, let them shine, even if it's not your thing.
My header is a reminder of quieter days while life keeps getting louder. And an aspiration too.
And a tiny ode to Calvin and Hobbes, whose whole charm was seeing adventure in doing nothing.
There’s no better proof that life is unfair than the second bhatoora. Think about it - both bhatooras start off as equals. The second could easily have been the first. But fate intervenes.
By the time you’re done with the first, three things happen:
1. You’re already full.
2. 300 calories of guilt are whispering in your ear.
3. The second one has gone limp.
You still eat it, but half-heartedly. No oohs, no aahs - just quiet resignation.
The second bhatoora did nothing wrong. It simply suffered from bad timing - and fades away unappreciated.
So next time someone preaches about karma or fairness, ask them - what about the second bhatoora?
My daughter is working on a datasheet that includes quotes (Work!). Sitting across from her at a café, I start reading Stephen King’s “On Writing” and…
“Honesty’s the best policy.” — Miguel de Cervantes
“Liars prosper.” — Anonymous
Yup, quotes show the way 🫡