Disclaimer: Not all of this is true. Not all of it is false. Maybe it is my teeth, I think to myself shying away from my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Some baking soda should do it, make them brighter, cleaner, and it would help amble things along. I've dimmed all the lights and lit... Continue Reading →
My friend recently finished reading Wyrd Sisters by Terry Pratchett. I had promised to send him my copy of the book by Speed Post. I had imagined that with the book I would send him a letter. I would write it on the letter writing pad I bought in Seattle two years ago. The paper... Continue Reading →
One In my dream, there is a quiet verandahof an ancient temple. The blue light falls like a shadow over the verandah and me.I wait for a leaf to stir me awake, a prayergong to sound, for even my cat to appearbut nothing moves here, not even me. I carry this dream around like a talismaninside... Continue Reading →
I bring out an old bottle of transparent nail varnish and polish my nails with it to dissuade myself from biting my nails close to the skin. It hurts when I touch the keyboard, wash the thousandth vessel of the day, and when I accidentally graze my hands against the desk. I pray with the... Continue Reading →
Often times, I find myself thinking about a scene from the book 'The Bear and the Nightingale' which I read last year. The protagonist, Vasya, is a teenage girl living in a fictional Russian village called Lesnaya Zemlya. Snow is falling fast and she has run away from her house into the forest on her... Continue Reading →
Dear 'Friends Who I Didn't Get Back To' A heaviness has come over my brain, a sort of fuzziness, if you will. If we could sit down together, I might be able to tell you about it. It doesn't have to be this way that we carry on in older decorums and spill our hearts... Continue Reading →
He brought me a book of poems on his return, a handbook of scripture written around the city of love. Everything is broken, untended, jamun trees lying upturned reaching out to the sky. It’s been three days since betrayal came home and perched itself on the sofa, there’s one place less to sit. From the... Continue Reading →
Our lives are happening elsewhere, neatly laid out in a symmetric ballad. I do not have the same pleasures, You do not have the same fears. We have abandoned washing oursins in the rivers and creating eddies of our tears inside teacups. Are theremiracles still suffused in our days? Yes. We gather them by the armful and plant them into the rich... Continue Reading →
