A Moment (from the mountaintop)

We were sitting around a fire at the top of Srayaan and it was cold, more cold than I ever knew and I was sitting so close to the fire I could feel the flames on my fingers and I didn’t care if I got burnt and my back was […]

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A moment (from 1998)

Most days in the morning Harish would come and give me a handful of sweets. Sparkles, yellow chappies and if I was lucky green watermelon flavoured chappies. I don’t know why he did it. No I lie, I do. I can still remember the taste of plastic watermelon in my […]

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Of 2016

In 2016 I lived in Shanghai I bought a stove and carried it on the subway Gorikhala passed away, I wasn’t there, The last thing she told me, was to take biscuits I learnt that mourning alone is not mourning I travelled alone and told no one I learned a […]

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A Moment (From Adolescence)

When I was 11, I cried a whole lot. I don’t know why. Hormones. The idea of death. The idea of life. The idea of losing the ones I loved. I would sob and sob. The inner turmoil a landscape in which I buried myself. 

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Rooms of Water (Ajar Press, Summer 2016)

Rooms of Water In a tub, one evening, she steps out and quickly wraps a towel around herself and he asks her, why? Why has she stepped out so fast, so determinedly; why is she behaving like this? And she turns her head, her body still facing away from him, […]

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A Moment (from a rooftop)

Once I was standing on a roof waiting. And it seemed like I had always been waiting and waiting and the waiting would never end, and that nothing would arrive and that I would always have this expectant feeling in my heart full of waiting and wanting and never having […]

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A Moment (from one of my best moments)

Once when I was walking down the street and the cold was so bad that it was shaking my fingers and my bones and we were trying to make our way to the subway station and the cold was getting worse and worse and then there were flurry things blurring […]

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Dreams in my bottles (Sunday Times)

Dreams in my bottles Shubnum Khan In Dido’s 2009 hit song, Sand in my shoes, she sings, Two weeks away feels likes the whole world should have changed/ But I’m home now/ And things still look the same/I think I’ll leave ‘till tomorrow to unpack/Try to forget for one night […]

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A Moment (from the mall)

I was sitting on a bench in a mall when I glanced at my phone and saw a message and then my mother was phoning me and I knew before I even heard it and I didn’t know what to say except that I was coming as soon as I […]

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A Moment (from the car in the driveway)

I was sitting in the car when I heard what I already knew. I had just parked in the driveway outside my front door and I looked at my phone and K was next to me and I looked at the screen and I saw what I already knew but […]

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