A Travelogue about Leh-Ladakh, India.
Poems, Penises, Babies, Hard Work, Deadlines, Exams
For Simran Narwani I was looking for a friend, when you tapped my shoulder from the back and I was confused how to respond back to a recognition from a person that was not mutual. Last time this happened I was in a hall trying to remember something about microprocessors so that I could at […]
My mum married at 22. She has some of my childhood photographs but no video. So she, my brother and I revisit my mischiefs by the mimics my mother emulates from when I was small. This one time, mum came home tired after school (she’s a high school physics teacher). She mimics how I kept […]
These are some of the poems that I’ve co written with people. These specific poems follow an alternating pattern, meaning some/one line(s) alternated between both poets. via Daily Prompt: Collaboration Pingback URL
It is a strange feeling. It’s a step yet it has so many infinitesimal sub-steps under it, so many if conditions applied to each one. I was just wondering what it’d be like to find places and roam around them. Especially if the places are in other countries. Meet people, spend nights in their rooms, […]
When you raise your head up in the vegetables and fruit market so many people your eyes have to attend to mud filled aisles become hermetic, people bargaining margin of 10 rupees become a pantomime, a story written by feet pens on mud canvas, extra vegetable leaves cut aside, the open backs of mini trucks […]