Book Review: How Many Countries Does The Indus Cross by Akhil Katyal

How Many Countries Does The Indus Cross by Akhil Katyal My rating: 5 of 5 stars ‪Sitting dumbfounded after having read this whole book in one go. ‬‪Such a conundrum. Should I take bite-sized morsels and leave some for later? Or ask for the avalanche?‬ ‪The avalanche. Always the drowning. Always the surrender. ‬ As […]

Leaving town

It’s been a while since we met here, hasn’t it? I’m sorry I don’t do this oftener. It feels not dissimilar to gutting myself with a cheese knife. It’s not for lack of things to say, words, or even how I feel. It’s just measly armour. So pathetic. Always prided myself on such courage but I […]

A good book is worth the ruin

Once, I could not imagine that a book might hurt me.   It’s like this. Not much different. Reading, like lovemaking, is among our most private of pleasures. An act that asks for you to leave your armour at the door and wear only your vulnerability. Books and their secrets. Books and the secrets they cannot keep. Like […]

Letter to a young writer in NYC

  …It’s funny you know, but it feels as though I have a better relationship with my father now he’s gone. Our relationship was always tumultuous. We loved each other as much as we disliked each other, and those are the most intriguing connections we share on earth; more so because the absence of say, […]

Loving yourself is an act of submission

“Caring for myself is not self-indulgence,   it is self-preservation,  and that is an act of political warfare.” – Audre Lorde Self-realisation is a necessary but lonely path. Sooner or later, it should happen to you, unless your nature is that of a particularly tenacious ostrich. It is not an overnight train to Bruges. It is […]