I was reading a book set in Istanbul, and I fell in love with the city all over again, and anew. I love the descriptions; of meals of meat and buttermilk, of the chaos and noise of the streets, of the fervent prayers and the flashy belly dancers, and of the beautiful brazen women carelessly … More Cigarette at Three, Cigarette for Free
Sunny morning, cold and new, I was already tired. Teaching can do that to you, especially in a 7th grade class, (why is growing up chaos?) especially in a government school, (why does no one care?) especially in a city called Bombay. (does this city run on loss?) I couldn’t let it show … More And here we are
If you were here, or I was there, we’d be together; bee to honey, sun ray to diamond, fridge magnet to fridge, my hand in yours. If you were here, or I was there, our days would swell; laughter and jokes, movies and your bed, naps and caresses, If you were here, or I was … More If you were here, or I was there
Being away from you, and missing you, is like not being fully alive. While I wait, I’ll grow flowers for you, in vain.
Today marks nothing in my life, except for another day without you. I trace the timeline of us, yet another time, examining the cracks and tributaries, the blossoms and the springs, the collapses and the feeble surges. Today marks nothing in my life, except for another day without you. I dive into the thought of … More Week 23 – Today.
Be reckless with me, the sunlight is far too golden, for us to not be
Last night my father and I sat down to dinner, in the dimply lit dining room of my uncle’s house. I don’t quite remember the last time my father and I shared a meal, just the two of us. The table had a huge plate of prawn biryani, thayru (curd), chamandi, water, pickle, and two … More Week 21 – Comparing and Contrasting my Father and I