Let us cycle away, to a place
beyond words and dates and labels
Let us cycle off on a path
of stolen glances that connect.
Let us cycle back to a place we did that,
a time when it was possible
a you before I knew your real face
and you knew my name.
I particularly remember the details of a particular journey. It stands out in the multitude of other daily routes and frequent destinations that would checker the rest of my working life. I used to take an AC bus to work each morning where I was spared of the usual Mumbai…
Shopping List: Perfume Blindfold Rope Knife
I can see it in your lies The secrets you spill to the world Like they’re useless facts So they won’t poison your insides alone I hear you. https://www.instagram.com/p/_FW4kkwmK0/?taken-by=ideasmithy
I found gratitude in February. Here are all things that were life last month. A conversation on safe spaces – One of Mumbai’s performance/art spaces and Shamir’s former employer hosted a discussion on safety in performing spaces. We shared experiences, fears, ideas and some hopes for this landscape that we are…
The memory of him clings to the tips of her hair, like the first rain that they got caught in, inadvertently.
The PenTathalon sounded like fun. And unnerving given its ‘Five Exercises for Fiction Writers’ description. What does a fiction writer look like, one wondered. I found out on the morning of Saturday, 3rd February. Kavita Bhanot, the workshop leader, turned out to be a charming, soft-spoken young lady with a…
