India
Do you know where the scissors are?
Packing is an exercise in optimism which eventually, ends in futility. You never really pack. You get boxes and tape and make lists and start to pack. And then you start to pray. Eventually, you get a big plastic bag for all the little stuff that couldn’t be categorized and you can’t bring yourself to [...]
Then, and Now
Then, she was two years old. You were 26. Travelling abroad, alone for the first time. Her father had a thousand instructions, “Keep your eyes on the bags – Bombay airport is dangerous.. Hold on to her, she’s a kid – she’ll just wander off with a stranger..” Knowing him, I’m sure he sent you [...]
A Very Warm Day
It was a very warm day. Too early for summer. She dreaded what summer would be like. Already the cooler was running, the fan was on 5 and she felt hot and uncomfortable. The room smelled of dust. Dust everywhere. In the crevices of the keyboard, on top of everything. It felt like living in [...]
Through an Open Window
The trouble with everything is that it starts out so romantically in your head. The idea of lounging endlessly on a beach chair, watching time go by in the company of lime mint coolers and tall palms. Sitting on the steps of a train compartment at 5 am in the morning. Feeling the wind rush [...]
