is the name of a lovely book by Alice Munro. it’s also what a boy’s posture once asked of me as he stood tall in front of my desk, his finger issuing a warning to […]
The rain, by the front door where I watch it fall, is only in its effects. Nothing like the way I imagine it from inside, where it falls on the house in sounds: splatters, drips, […]
Something they don’t tell you when you first start writing is that when you keep doing it, you lose people. At first you won’t notice it because it’s absurd that this should happen. Then you […]
“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 […]
In the Mannagudda house in Mangalore where the tallest point of the slope touched sky and one section of houses bent their ears to gravity.
As a Tamil woman, I am fierce in love, like all Tamil women are – when they run towards their lovers with gritted teeth and dancing hair * As a Konkani woman, my laugh will […]
Dear Mr Weiner When I think about writers, I think about you Mr Weiner, from my degree days you who proudly told everyone – ‘Yoohoo. I am a writer. I write.’ Often you wrote about […]