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Setting a watchman

Disclaimer: This post might not make a lot of sense to most readers. It is mainly written to document some key insights that I want to take away from a book, for self-reference in future. My love for Harper Lee magnified after reading Go Set a Watchman. The book addresses a topic that is extremely …

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An early birthday gift

Go Set a Watchman is a shady book. Since its publication in 2015, it has been drowned in controversy. It isn’t clear whether Harper Lee wanted it to be published, because she had maintained throughout her life that she will never publish another book. As a result, several Harper Lee fans have boycotted it. I was delighted to receive the book …

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Slaughterhouse Five

Slaughterhouse Five is miles apart from anything else I’ve read, as all great books generally are. It’s easy to overlook its brilliance, though, since much of the essence is concealed behind layers of subtlety. The opening line reads: “All this happened, more or less.” Picking a madman as a narrator opens up several interesting possibilities …

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The secret to happiness

One of the cliche conversations that I once had in my head has been of some use occasionally. It goes like this: I’m talking to a mysterious person and I’m complaining about how nothing ever meets my expectations. He holds up a hand to interrupt me. “Listen,” he says, “I’m going to share the secret of happiness with you. …

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Early hours of 2016

Whenever I think of writing a post here, I ask myself if I have anything worth sharing that would add some value to the reader or myself, and the answer is always negative. Dostoevsky once wrote: “People with new ideas, people with the faintest capacity for saying something new, are extremely few in number, extraordinarily so, in fact.” I’m not one …

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Bulletproof

It was a moment of invincibility. Our car sped through the bright sunbathed autumn landscape, with me riding shotgun and Youngblood’s The Warpath beating in my ears.The highway cut through miles of farms and forests. Farmers paused their work to watch us, an occasional cyclist gaped as we passed him by, dogs and cows scattered at our …

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