On living in ''A Room of One's Own''
Sixty pages into Virginia Woolf's "A Room of One's Own," and I can not stop wondering about how much I can relate to a writer from ages ago. The book was in my suggested readings in my bachelor's, but here I am reading it years later. The first impression I had from the title was- I want one for myself someday. As a kid, I have witnessed the joy of spending my life in different houses over the decade I spent in the town where I grew up. Mom had to house hunt several times to manage the distance from her office, our schools, and definitely other requirements. Each time after finalising the house, she would suggest a new corner for my dolls. And after we would shift, I remember poking her to remind the promise- the corner of my doll. I have always loved the idea of owning a space, irrespective of the size. Those of us who have lived in hostels would agree. The rooms in hostels are a scam, yet somehow it's a prized experience. I lived in a dormitory during my ba...