Cayman Islands

The Caribbean Sea is a glittering beauty that takes you by surprise, leaving you gasping for breath. And pretty much in the middle of it is Grand Cayman, the largest of the three islands. It is a quaint little place- it is humid, expensive, has salty air, the restaurants are beyond lovely and every building has a unobstructed view of the expansive blue sea.

I went far out in the ocean on a boat to see bio-luminescence,  giggled as my sister tried to pick up a turtle at the turtle farm, saw different varieties of orchids at the botanic park and the sea... Oh! The sea. The best part was this- sea facing condo. I would wake up and there it was, the sea in all it's glory with the one funny little wave bobbing in the distance where it got stopped by the reef.

Bodden Town

On Feeling Like a Dumpling

Hello everyone!

When we are in our adolescence, we look and feel awkward and lumpy. A lucky few escape this stage and go straight from adorable to attractive. Let us ignore that particularly infuriating group. No, I mean the general human population, the sort that still hides their photographs from the age of 11 to 17.

Slight confusion, annoyance and an epiphany

A while back, I wrote an article for my college magazine (which I mentioned in one of my earlier posts). I thought it wasn't completely horrifying so I am sharing it here.

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“She'd become an English major for the purest and dullest of reasons: because she loved to read.” 
― Jeffrey Eugenides, The Marriage Plot

From the time my father handed me Charles Dickens’ David Copperfield when I was ten years old, I have loved reading. I read everything. It didn’t matter whether Dickens was talking about the rampant industrialization or the moral degradation of England. I read it for the sake of reading. I liked how the characters felt like my friends and family. I liked that even though I had never been to England, I could clearly see the streets. I especially liked the fact that through a book, a mere novel, I could feel the pain of young David.

By the time I reached high school, I had read two of Chetan Bhagat’s novels which made me wonder- does today’s youth know the first thing about writing novels? After reading ridiculous “novels” churned out on a daily basis by IIT and IIM students I finally gave up on modern Indian novel. And I am not talking about writers like Arundhati Roy, I am talking about these young “novelists” who write God knows what and use long words and even longer sentences. Unfortunately, they come off as pretentious rather than artistic or clever.