Death scrolls are just kitchen chats with someone you don’t really like, in disguise.
Singing Opera on a Motorbike
The cracks in this utopia of otherness were beginning to appear, I knew.
Smelling of Salt
I lay later in my bed, sweating.
The Albanian Canto
The grid of the possible stretches laconic beneath.
On Intimacy
If we cannot be beautiful, dangerous, seductive – well then we might as well not be at all.
A Journey through Khumbu
A journey through Khumbu //
A cornucopia of delights //
Pain alloyed with pleasure //
Bask in mountains of might.
Flowers, a short story
When I started longingly at the pool, I wished my restlessness could dissolve into it as easily as the chlorine.
“Abu” Mazharuddin Ahmed
Across nearly a century, “Abu” Mazharuddin Ahmed (1934-2023) was a surgeon, a father, a grandfather, and a loving husband. He and I spent countless hours together, Star Plus gracing the turmeric-spiced air with tepid arguments in Hindi and furious looks. Abu and his wife Kumudini, which means lily, were married for more than 60 yearsContinue reading ““Abu” Mazharuddin Ahmed”
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