There is something about writing, writing a lot actually. It tends to take over your life. You no longer just experience things, you start imagining how to capture them in the confines of a sentence, a word. A letter. You’re not yourself anymore. You’re her, him, them. You start doing […]
The heart is an incredible thing. Whether the actual organ or its metaphorical counterpart. Summaya’s heart was bleeding, it was being squashed by two hands until it could not breathe, until it was a heaving pulp of bloody muscle, until it felt like her chest would explode and splatter the […]
14 April 2008. Dal Lake. There is a rustic beauty here. A exquisitely dilapidated Venice of sorts. Little floating houses. ‘Quaint’, ‘rustic’ are words that come to mind. Acient and sad too. Like a beautiful, old woman. Like a beautiful old woman bemoaning the rags she has to wear over […]
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