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Step into this little corner of mine, where I’ll be sharing memories, stories, and a dash of nostalgia in a delightfully messy mix. I started this memoir to share a slice of my childhood, the books I adore, the films that stole my heart, and the memories that helped shape who I am today.
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You could say my penchant for cinema began way before I even knew how to spell ‘cinema’. Not in the classrooms of a fancy film school, but in sleepy, mist-soaked Pulpally, Wayanad. Back then, my father and his intellectual circle … Continue reading →
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Names and religions, the two things parents hand down without so much as a consultation. Shakespeare might claim a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but trust me, life isn’t as poetic when your name is a … Continue reading →
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The earliest memories are stubborn little things, staying sharp and vivid no matter how many times life tries to smooth them over. A few people have left a lasting impression on me, mentors, friends, or those rare souls who simply … Continue reading →
An Insomniac's Musings 