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November 18, 2015

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Habitat: A billowing of curtain A bloom of tissues A breeze of newspapers A dock of dishes The babble of kettle A whistle of window pane Eddies of fallen hair A gurgling washing machine A clap of laughter A meadow of books Crags of peeling paint A thicket of socks A tree of tired jackets A sunset of dust A marsh of spent tea-leaves An autumn […]

Posted in: Memoirs, Poetry

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August 30, 2015

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I sat beside an old, old man on the train. His face was a careful collection of lines: big, ragged brackets mounted on top of each other. The entire time, he sat with an indulgent smile, his shining cheeks prodding his eyes to shut and truly savour his joy a little longer — because before him, stood his apple-faced granddaughter. He held a delicate sweater […]

Posted in: Memoirs, Travel

The Ways We Leave

October 19, 2014

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You know you have left only when you come home again. You are greeted by the smell of garlic in hot oil. Of the smell of your mother’s Sunday henna ritual. The smell of your grandmother’s evening flowers gently nagging your grandfather’s morning aftershave. You are warmed, welcomed, then shocked by the smell of your home, a smell that you […]

New White Rain

July 20, 2014

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A version of this appeared in Mint Lounge on July 19th, 2014. Do click through for more deets on planning your own trip there! — I was 27 years, one month, and three days old when I touched snow for the first time. It had been a long wait. I had taken an overnight bus […]

Mushroom Soup for the Vegetarian Soul

May 31, 2014

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So this appeared in Mint Lounge on May 31st, 2014. It was so much fun writing this. And I think I’ve received my first few zealot commentary, mails, and criticism for it. But more on that some other time. — It was my third day in class I at a new school. My first friend, […]

Posted in: Memoirs, Mint Lounge, Prose

Book List – February 2014

May 15, 2014

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It has only been the first quarter of the year, and I haven’t followed a simple resolution through. Naturally, I am ashamed of myself. Not because I failed the resolution, but I sort of failed the purpose of it. I will come to this later. Here I offer my excuses post-haste. February and March have […]

Posted in: Books, Memoirs, On Writing

Girls at a Party

May 13, 2014

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In the dining room, the waiter brings champagne to the girl sitting down — she has had enough of her heels. There is the girl who looks cordially bored. There is the girl who is laughing at everything with even a hint of warmth in it, relieved that there is no room for small talk […]

Posted in: Memoirs, Prose