indi – rambles, rhymes and tales

sand through my fingers

the desert has romance in it you can feel it in the silence catch in in your hands and watch ...
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the baghdadi jewish dish that was created in mumbai and kolkata

the taste was sour and sweet, a smooth, compelling aroma filled my mouth and nose, the texture was silky, a ...
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if winter comes, can motorer kochuri be far behind

food is so much about memory, isn't it? i can't even hear the words "motorer kochuri" without thinking of my ...
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a sliver of sky

the sky is always there, beyond my computer. some instinct of mine, first thing in the morning straight after i ...
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sunday at the keyboard

i haven't walked on grass in years. why do my toes wiggle and crush up as i type this? as ...
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don’t drag me down to your controversy

don't drag me down to your controversy lift your eyes toward the sky within you from here, stand by me ...
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taj snapshot

i must have been four when i saw the taj mahal. been back many times since then. i love the ...
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yes, deep fried, of course.

it's not possible to think of history while thinking of chops. especially mutton chops. and yet, i tried. one may ...
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the parrot green umbrella

i won't start singing but hoisting that umbrella over my head and dashing out onto the glittering rain lashed zebra ...
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remember the code?

this morning, twitter took me to an article in the washington post, which in turn hauled me straight back to ...
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for b

who reaches through the shredding the dreadful denuding who thrusts away the demon embedded entrenching who catches the sun and ...
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the chilli farmer’s son

i keep thinking of her face. the naked helplessness. her expressions are almost gone, the suffering robbing her of that ...
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