on seeing facebook and remembering my grandmother
there was no facebook in my grandmother’s time. when she made batches of a hundred pantuas,...
Read MorePosted by indrani robbins | Aug 1, 2016 | indi |
there was no facebook in my grandmother’s time. when she made batches of a hundred pantuas,...
Read MorePosted by indrani robbins | Jul 31, 2016 | Espresso Shots |
“do you know,” she asked with a curious airy smile, “he wrote the sherlock...
Read MorePosted by indrani robbins | Jul 27, 2016 | indi |
it was a difficult moment, really. i’d gone shopping with my friend, actually she was...
Read MorePosted by indrani robbins | Jul 24, 2016 | road to singapore |
the flags are up. i frown, still a bit disoriented after the europe trip. what’s the month,...
Read MorePosted by indrani robbins | Jul 22, 2016 | road not taken |
this was not a holiday i’d really planned to go on. maybe that’s why it was so good...
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