A Flaneur In London
I met some friends of a friend the other day, by the river. It was…
I met some friends of a friend the other day, by the river. It was…
In the first few days after I came to London, postcards saying Britain is not an…
It is a cold, cold summer night where I am typing this, in a centrally heated…
There is a beautiful black horse in the United States that is now being hailed as…
I write out a recipe for a nice, traditional dessert we make for festivals in Karnataka….
This body, lumpy and dimpled and creased and unsmooth and scarred, this body is beautiful. Any…
They say it looks like glass, shining, translucent. Even cuts like glass, or so said…
How soon or how late can you know love, can you love? Can you ever know…
Come this May, it will have been a decade for me, living in this big city….
Anniversaries, those damned things. They serve perfectly to throw a harsh spotlight of how much you…