Hello folks !!

Once, a friend gifted me a book and he wrote on the front page –“A book is the only immortality”.  Wonderful words ! How fascinating … the idea that the story of a book is immortal. That which a book seeks to say lives on for generations to come.

What better way to keep a book alive, than by sharing what the book gave you. So here I am, sharing with you wonderful people my experience with one such book !


Author: Jhumpa Lahiri

Published by : Penguin Random House

Originally Published : 15 November 2016



The subject of this book is one which most of us, take for granted. In this deeply personal account, Jumpha Lahiri narrates what book covers mean to her, both as a reader and as an author.

Why do books have covers ? Do book covers speak ?  Do covers cast spells, or tell stories ?

The Clothing of Books remind one of the words of William Shakespeare – ‘Brevity is the soul of the wit’. Running onto hardly 75 pages, divided in 7 Chapters, what attracts me to this work is that it says so much in very few words.

Just as traditional wear give one a sense of belonging, book jackets give a book its rightful place in world of books. To books, covers are a sense of identity. Also, as the author puts it, the cover makes one aware that the book has been read. Who can forget the ‘naked’ books of the library! Those rendered old by constant reading.

The author also delves into the need of a book jacket.? As she puts it – ‘If the process of writing is a dream, the cover represents the awakening’. The jacket is often the first interpretation of a text. It has a very intimate relation with the author.

What makes this analysis stand out is the fact that it is borne out of first hand experience of the author. At one point, Lahiri confesses that she had to buy a book for its cover more than once, simply because she could not resist it.

Cases of collaboration between the authors and the artists of book covers are also narrated. In modern mass publishing, book covers also have a commercial function. An interesting thought is also posed – What would be the relevance of a cover to e-books ? Such a relevant thought in today when digital reading has found its place.

When I bought this book, frankly, I did not expect a book jacket to mean all so much. This book has transformed my perspectives on book covers. Next time, I buy a book, I will definitely ponder over the story the cover seeks to tell me ! So, mind you. Next time you grab a read pause for a second. Listen carefully, is the book jacket whispering    something ?

Now, why don’t you people tell me… have you been fascinated by book covers ? Leave your comments below !! Thanks a ton for reading.

© All Rights Reserved. Anakha K Vijay. 



All Things Green And Good

Hello beautiful people ! Hope all of you are doing good. Have you ever been fascinated by colours ?? Vivid shades of blue, green, orange, red or black ??

Once I got to spend some time in the lush green tea gardens of Munnar, Kerala, India. Beautiful place.. and of course, a poet’s paradise !!

Simply penned down what came to my mind. The power of Green … here we go .


The blue green of deep oceans,

Where shoals swim and pearls sparkle,

Where green is deep mystery.


The green of lush meadows,

Where the morning glow drops in dews,

Where green is hope for a bright day.


Velvet-green of the hills,

Where sounds of music roams free,

Green is melody, straight from heavens.


The green eyes of the striped beauty,

That roams the jungle fearless,

Where green is ferocity.


The green of a little pixie,

That prances around my window sill,

Only in my dreams, where green is magic.


The green of the Christmas tree,

When the winter is high,

Where green is new beginning – to love, care.


The green of the huge oak tree,

In my courtyard,

Where green is strength.


The green of ice candies,

That tickle my taste buds,

When green is yummy.


Bright green of the balloons,

Tied to balloon-man’s cycle

Green, like an urchin prancing.


The thunderstorm drains hard,

Now, on my window sill ,

And I am scared.


That the green pixie would go away,

That the rain would wash away

All things green and good.


The first picture is of the tea gardens of Munnar. The latter, from a watchtower at Chinnar Wildlife Sanctuary, around 50 km from Munnar. Photo Courtesy – Sagar, Megs.

© 2019 Anakha K Vijay. The Dreamcatcher. All Rights Reserved. 

Well, thats it ! Thanks for reading. Eager to hear your stories with colours.. nature’s palette !

The Night

The mysteries of the dark night have always fascinated men. Shadows.. dancing to the wind, wolves hunting in packs, the moon, stars, fairy tales told by grannies… and a lot more! Here is my own version of the mysteries of the night. As the day dies … 

The tired day lulled itself into a sleep;
Tight, beneath its starry blanket,
Oh! How the moonlight shone,
Colouring meadows a silver glee.

Tired eyes, dozed off;
Shutting out, worries,
Sapiens bore all day,
Now, deep in sleep, unaware,
Of wonders , that the night set.

The Moon shone; serene
Shy, as if awaiting her love.
Oh! how they loved- clouds and moon,
Never tired, in each others’ arms,
In the star-lit sky.

Roofs shone, milky white
Beneath lay, children lending ears
To tales, that for generations echoed
In the silence of the night,
From lips of nannies old.

Little twinkling stars, stood steady
Staring into the secrets of the night,
Oh! how they gleamed,
As if, they were diamonds
From the deepest mines.

Wolves moved forth,
Searching for prey, pacing
The distance of night,
In quiet stealth, only to scare,
Folks awake in the night’s depths.

The wind blew, steady
Whispering secrets unknown,
Across distances of the night,
As if a spy on the round.

Crickets sang, owled hooted,
Rustling leaves swayed,
To the symphony of musicians –
Invisible, singing to ghosts of days past.

Shadows danced, swinging
To the night’s rhythm,
Oh! how they swang,
As if a ballerina’s feat,
As the trees clapped in applause.

Then, slowly, lovers in the sky bid adieu,
Stars dissolved,
wolves fled to caves dark,
As human eyes, awoke to night’s death.

Well, all things good,
Are once to end,
So does the night vanish,
Taking its wonders into hiding,
Only to hide till the day is tired.

Well, this one is a long one ain’t it ? Can’t really seem to contain the mysteries of the night in a few words ! Thanks for your time…

– DC.

©Anakha Vijay, June 2019. 

Photo credit – Megs.

The Rumble

The Rumble, far and low;

Came gliding onto the heavy sky,

Clouds dark, floating about,

Cast onto their brow,

A dampness…Rumbling.

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Lighting the Sky,

Painting the whole

A thunderous glow,

Crystal drops dancing,

As if setting the stage grand.

T’was close now,

The Rumble, come it did,

Searing through seas past,

Speeding, Racing the winds,

Searching for a damp abode.

Shower down, shower , shower,

Down down, the Rumble,

Platter … Platter danced,

Children of the clouds,

Down to the music of the rumble.

Thanks for reading folks 🙂

[The picture is from the internet]

The Flowing…

You want to scream,

To cry out loud,

To laugh on and on,

To go places,

Fly onto that alluring heights.


You want to run,

Away, far to dream’s paradise,

Away onto the azure sky,

Away far far away,

Hop onto that mighty wave.



You want to love,

Then, kiss it away,

Then treasure it inside,

Then tune it to heart’s rhythm,

Like poetry..flowing forever.