Some days the gods feel like philosophers, they grow on the city and its surroundings…

Ancient stones are not only stones and dust, as I’ve always considered ghosts as their most…

Some mornings, I feel like waking up in the arms of a fragile ghost, which covers…

And so on a narrow Jaipur road, I suddenly remembered Alok Dhanwa reciting his famous poem…

A few years ago, when I was 23, while walking on a strange street in Bristol,…

I have struggled all my life to cure this tendency to daydream, lest it should carry…

[S]itting in this dark room in Jaipur, beside a lamp that scatters light like stars from…

It’s now almost five degrees here, cold for me, perhaps not for you: except the afternoons,…

I was smoking a cigarette lying on the sands of the Thar when I heard, or…

Well past midnight, in the middle of the now empty MI Road, unable to drive further,…