I met some friends of a friend the other day, by the river. It was not even a weekend, but then the sun was still out, and Londoners were all clamouring to catch the fading summer sun by the
In the first few days after I came to London, postcards saying Britain is not an island were still hanging around, here and there. It was a blue and red drawing, more like a child’s scrawl. It wasn’t everywhere, like
It is a cold, cold summer night where I am typing this, in a centrally heated room in central London. I am neighbours with the Queen here, though I haven’t of course seen her waving by. My feet are cold.
There is a beautiful black horse in the United States that is now being hailed as the most beautiful horse in the world. Called, very appropriately, Frederik the Great, he sure is gorgeous, with a flowing mane that supposedly takes
I write out a recipe for a nice, traditional dessert we make for festivals in Karnataka. Nandini Milk is what I grew up on after we sold our cattle and couldn’t get fresh milk any more. From the state-owned milk
This body, lumpy and dimpled and creased and unsmooth and scarred, this body is beautiful. Any body, all bodies. In all colours and shapes and sizes and measurements. But look at us, us fools, dwelling in the hope for Utopia
They say it looks like glass, shining, translucent. Even cuts like glass, or so said Sarojini and her writer husband. Not writer as in someone who works with words. Writers are also supervisors in the coffee plantations of Kodagu,
How soon or how late can you know love, can you love? Can you ever know love? What then might be love? A meditation on rhetorical questions, this. But of course. Love is Kim Casali’s “Love is…” pictures. It
Come this May, it will have been a decade for me, living in this big city. Ten years since university, ten years since moving to neighbourhoods larger than my whole district, ten years of navigations and heartbreaks and loves and
Anniversaries, those damned things. They serve perfectly to throw a harsh spotlight of how much you have aged, how long your past now is. Ten years since this, twelve since that, twenty this, more that. High school seems so very