Some days the gods feel like philosophers, they grow on the city and its surroundings a strong wind. So, coming from the abandoned cemetery on the outskirts of this venerable city, desert sand mixed with fine dust of bleached

Ancient stones are not only stones and dust, as I’ve always considered ghosts as their most intimate inhabitants, entities fully inserted in the most inner part of old monuments and past constructions, quietly furthering, remembrances of past lives, and councils

Some mornings, I feel like waking up in the arms of a fragile ghost, which covers its subtle shoulders with the weight of thousands of years of lives. Through his sheer body, like from a glass window, I can see

And so on a narrow Jaipur road, I suddenly remembered Alok Dhanwa reciting his famous poem where a girl who has run away from home can be found anywhere, even in upcoming countries where love will be an entire occupation.

A few years ago, when I was 23, while walking on a strange street in Bristol, wearing a blue coat that I’d bought in London only a few days ago—I was rushing to meet someone and near the Charring Cross

I have struggled all my life to cure this tendency to daydream, lest it should carry me into remote waters. On a boat, rowing through the rose waters of the Sambhar salt lake, passing shimmering cranes and pink flamingoes, I

[S]itting in this dark room in Jaipur, beside a lamp that scatters light like stars from forever ago, it seems to me as if time has vanished, that each date I have ever seen or heard of has been nothing

It’s now almost five degrees here, cold for me, perhaps not for you: except the afternoons, which are usually quite warm with so much sunlight that it feels like the skin is burning. Sometimes I forget that it is not

I was smoking a cigarette lying on the sands of the Thar when I heard, or remembered, a Rajasthani folk song in which a woman is telling other people, most likely her female friends, about how she could have died

Well past midnight, in the middle of the now empty MI Road, unable to drive further, I sat inside my car staring at the oppressive light of those five halogen lamps and thought how strange it was that I felt