This morning, on the way to SLV to pick up breakfast – a security guard, in his 70s, sitting on a plastic chair outside an ATM with a pen and a Kannada newspaper, solving crossword. […]
There is so much of hers I should’ve asked to keep. Her vibhooti-smelling blouses, her saris smelling of her, her creams and powder, her flowers. I don’t know where I’ll find it in me to […]
During the pandemic, I took to spending hours on the terrace under the shade of the Tabebuia tree, reading, watering plants, and listening to short stories by women.
“Our surest way of disappointing him will be to ask him nothing about it” said Elizabeth Bennet to Caroline Bingley. There is truth to this. Don’t ask them questions — any kind of questions, especially […]
On my way home from the walk today, I saw a tree with leaves that reminded me of the giant leaves we plucked in Belgaum to serve food while playing kitchen-kitchen with the neighbor girls. […]
they don’t have to tell you when they leave so don’t spend days waiting for them to wake you up before they leave Or be prepared to run your warm hands on their side of […]
Dear Devre, Give me some self respect. And if that’s not possible, then give me the capacity to write about not having self respect, like Didion wrote about having it. Both would have been super. […]