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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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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the battle
my heart was in a battlefield today defeat had touched my dreams truth as i had always known it to ...
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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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a happy holi piece
you charged out and grabbed someone and covered their face, head, neck, whatever you could get hold of, in bright, ...
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keep the day
sorry but i find the international women's day one of the most patronising notions ever. read up a bit on ...
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of chilli chicken, hakka chow, and other such important things.
this morning, a friend who had tracked me down after years, thanks to writersbrew (that thought makes me so happy ...
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