To the girl of her words, two letters divide us. And another four unite us. Those letters spell out to reveal the word, “lover”. Knowing this changes everything. It changes this letter. Let me begin again. Beloved, I know your name and I know you by your words. But you are still a stranger. You…
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Home: Memory falls silent
The looms have fallen silent. You couldn’t imagine the stillness of the lake behind the house with its handloom factory. Men and women often on their second jobs, second shifts. The mills worked day and night and were filled to capacity, bench against bench. The local municipality even offered electricity cheaper at off peak hours…
Twenty epiphanies. One night alone on the Twitterverse.
1. If you’re still checking their Twitter TL, Facebook or Instagram, you’re not over them. Truth. 2. Letting yourself be vulnerable with someone is incredibly frightening. And most times, completely worth it. 3. If someone treats you badly and you let them, you’re the abuser. Not them. 4. I am learning that shallowness, like depth…
“Sometimes it is better if you cannot find the right words. In some religions, everything can be destroyed with a word.”
I prefer not to reproduce lengthy excerpts on my blog, but when I read Anushka Jasraj‘s Radio Story in Granta, I found myself scribbling and tweeting lines as I went along. The entire story is elegantly rendered without losing the grittiness that is the ultimate residue of truth and human behavior. You can read it here in its entirety, but this…
part-broken, part-whole 