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,…

Everything is for you

To write to you is butchery. I might as well take a carving knife and have a go at my thigh. I may as well make fillets of my tendons. Only, writing is worse. To write, I have to step out of my clothes with immense caution. I need to undress for you with such…

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…

Standing grounds 

Each time you refuse to be treated badly, you stand up for yourself. Each time that happens, your very own piece of earth forms and firms itself beneath your feet. This earth is the soil of the soul. It’s where you honor your agreements and renew your intentions.  This ground holds your feet down like…

More is less

One would think it was a compliment. To have someone tell you that you were “full”. That you were the personification of excess love, giving, generosity. What could there be wrong with that?   I will tell you.   There is so much to give because there is such a lack. That is what hit…