In the rush of the ride, I felt my confidence grow and a sense of wildness run through my veins.Read More
I am six years old. I live in a Hare Krishna ashram.Read More
It feels like mud. Sticky, heavy, thick. I imagine it to be dark. That’s how it feels. Black. Like the mysterious holes in the universe that we have only just discovered might be something more than a matter sucking abyss into nothingness.Read More
I wanted to forget her.
Her in a sari and tilak on her forehead.
Her with her head covered.
Mortality mocks me in every reflection: in the felled leaf, dried and crumbled on the hot sidewalk,Read More