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A Hundred and Sixteen

January 30, 2013


It will come. A quiet day under the banyan tree that flings its arms to the ground, and traps a murmuring cool breeze. Your toes will curl in their socks. The guava will surrender without resistance or seed. A stray kite will pull its strings along the corners of your lips, and your lips will […]

A Hundred and Fifteen

January 29, 2013


I am 17. And I have found the words for my resentment. I am not defined by what I want to be. I am defined by what I most don’t want to be. I do not want to be the image of my father. I hate our common dimples and the endless galaxy of moles […]

A Hundred and Fourteen

January 23, 2013


My hate smells of Vicks. It fills that space you refuse to keep between you and me when you barge into my room that has been firmly shut. It swims up when I hear your bathroom door yawn at 3 AM, and I hear you piss loudly into the pot. It rushes at me in […]

A Hundred and Thirteen

January 18, 2013


“Sulu, one inch coffee kudiye? Little. Not much.” “Aiyyo, Bhavani, please don’t make anything. We have to go home and have a bath. If Ashi’s Appa hears of this, we’re both going to get it.” “Shh. Nobody’s telling him. Ashi, does Amma let you drink coffee?” “Aha. Tell her Ashi, tell Atte how nobody in […]

A Hundred and Twelve

January 5, 2013


Opposite the man with the pen, hung the man who watched his penis. This man with the pen assumed that was the case, anyway. That man had his back turned, and was clad in a jibba, and nothing else. What else would a man with a pen and an imagination deduce? This man with the […]