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I am obsessed with The Talented Mr Ripley. I rented the DVD so often from my neighbourhood rental place that when the store was shutting down, the owner gifted it to me, along with all the seasons of Sex And The City. I was nearly crippled with happiness and then realised, with some horror, when…
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I was six when I started learning music. We lived in Madras – I can never, ever call it Chennai – and my parents tracked down the famous musician, TV Gopalkrishnan, who lived not far from us in Besant Nagar. I remember being taken to meet him, this legendary man who plays the violin and…
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Gretchen Rubin says we live the stories we tell ourselves and I could not agree more. The difference between people who get things done and those who don’t, is the way they approach their work/time/life. The difference between happy people and unhappy people, too, is just how they see the circumstances they find themselves in.…
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Every December, I am immersed in the memory of my father, more than I usually am. The moment he died, I did not think I would be able to make it seven minutes without him. And yet, the human spirit is resilient, even if we do not wish to be. Days turn into nights into…
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When I was six, we lived in Madras for a year. In a lovely rambling bungalow in Besant Nagar, not far from Eliot’s Beach. This was in 1986 and Madras was a sleepy city. My father travelled a lot and my mother and I were mostly by ourselves in that large home. The school I…
Chinmayee Manjunath 