G for Gumption

The first syllable of this word comes from nowhere in particular. Your tongue hangs about without really touching anything in the mouth, making room for its own stomach to gather the ‘guh’. Indeed, it’s a word that requires more than your mouth to say it. It needs the tightness of your fists & the firmnessContinue reading “G for Gumption”

I for Inventory. Intimacy.

One morning, I held a hot cup of tea in my hands after cutting 15 green chilies lengthwise. When the heat pulsating inwards began pouring outside, I couldn’t tell what was feeding what. When someone who doesn’t want to laugh, laughs — I look for the line of anger on their face that suddenly hides.Continue reading “I for Inventory. Intimacy.”

Some thoughts on Teaching in the age of many Fs

I don’t remember her name and this makes me feel guilty. Because that was one of the first few things I’d learnt as a teacher. AM had told me – Always learn their names. Don’t mark attendance by calling out numbers. In a system that reduces students to numbers, making the effort to learn andContinue reading “Some thoughts on Teaching in the age of many Fs”

What is Rum Lola Rum, ma’am?

This has been a week full of Magic. I’d like to show you some of this but I’m afraid you won’t like it very much. It’s heavy like a tall glass and salty like bloody Mary, and like both, it might tear the corners of your lips. when i’d watched The Prestige long ago, iContinue reading “What is Rum Lola Rum, ma’am?”

What I learnt from reading The Murder Room by PD James

It’s probably a bad idea to read a detective novel over three months. You forget who died, who had the most convenient alibi, and whose house was most unkempt. But if you’re reading PD James’ The Murder Room, it’s pardonable to stretch it for as long as you want. The murder is just a backgroundContinue reading “What I learnt from reading The Murder Room by PD James”

BQFF Diaries: Days Two & Three – 10/3/18 & 11/3/18

4:20 PM: Missed Portrait of Jason. The auditorium is full of heads bobbing, nodding, and laughing so I hang out at the stairs for a bit. At 5:45 there’s some room, so I squeeze in next to two women who smile as they make place for me. My toe pokes the big man’s bum inContinue reading “BQFF Diaries: Days Two & Three – 10/3/18 & 11/3/18”

black eyes black chappals

He must have responded to the thinning black skin around my eyes, the pimples on my face and the gap between my teeth that shined when I laughed. I must have seemed to him- ugly, scrawny, small. He threw the book on my face and I sunk back within the folds of my own embarrassment.Continue reading “black eyes black chappals”