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
Moving evokes all sorts of emotions. Just the word alone, evokes facial distortions, gasps and the common and passionately stated phrase “I hate moving”.Read More
2018 was the end of a 12-year long life chapter, I life to refer to as my own personal phantasmagoria, equally beautiful AND terrifying.Read More