Thursday, January 19, 2006

The Elbow Cream

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Today, I write about you Words come from my gall bladder All drenched in bile, And wine made from cider I remember those summer afternoons W...
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Monday, January 16, 2006

Mind wanders in Meerut

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He wore a silk scarf. One last time, he thought. He also held a silken handkerchief in his hand. Ram Bahadur put his sleeping bag and his su...
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Saturday, January 14, 2006

Postman, Bouncing High

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A paralysis has gripped me. There is internal bleeding as well. Of words, which don’t come out. I imagine myself, on a bed in a hospital, wr...
Wednesday, January 04, 2006

That Night of 1990

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Friday, December 30, 2005

This Characterless String

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Bazaar mein, baune khambe ke upar Teen baar mudi hui eik charitraheen rassi Koi khambe ko chhue to fanfukaarti hai, Naagin si bal khaati hui...
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Of Human Bondage

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It was not true that he would never see her again. It was not true simply because it was impossible. Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage Writ...
Wednesday, December 28, 2005

A Poem in Hindi

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A co-traveller on the Intentblog, Tanzan Senzaki has translated my Hindi poem in free English verse: (You can find the original - in Roman -...
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Sunday, December 18, 2005

Retinas on Nanda Devi

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After six years, he came back. For a day. To visit an old, empty cottage. To taste the strawberry lip gloss. Images of a plane hijack. Tunes...
Friday, December 16, 2005

Jammu Roughcut

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He searched for her... in mental spaces... on the Palace road. He could not find his past; Raju tea stall was closed... and Amit's dream...
Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Half Tomato, Boiled Sparrow Eggs

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I wrote this story, in two parts, for Intentblog: Half Tomato and Boiled Sparrow Eggs Half Tomato and Boiled Sparrow Eggs: Part 2 This story...

The Quest for a House

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The front wall painted red. Pebbles of various shapes and sizes put in a ceramic basket. A sofa set in one corner. Not the Godzillas put on ...
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Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Kabir, Katrina and Ketchup Dreams

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I don’t know who I am. Sometimes when I look at myself in the mirror, I find myself staring at a stranger. I think I am great. Sorry for bei...
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