Sudder Street

This entry is part 6 of 9 in the series Travel Snippets

Reposting stuff I like from the archives. This is from 2007. At the stroke of eight each morning, I awoke. All my days in India have always had purpose, and it was especially purposeful in Calcutta, my crazy, lovely, chaotic, I hate you I love you Calcutta. This was a luxurious hole in the wall, [...]

Art and Lies, And

This entry is part 7 of 11 in the series Portraits of Love

Reposting stuff I like from the archives. This one’s from 2006. 1. There is this picture of us back when we were even younger; snapshot circa 2004. 3 years after the start of our life together. If pictures could tell a tale this was the tale of us on the page just after ‘happy together’, [...]

Incandescent

This entry is part 8 of 11 in the series Portraits of Love

Reposting stuff from the past. This one from 2005. There she is, your ex-lover, across the bar and incandescent. Gleaming as she always does, though perhaps now from that diamond ring perched so effortlessly off her slender fingers, which grip the cigarette tightly in other places. You steal a glance. You steal two. You kick [...]

Excavation

This entry is part 4 of 11 in the series Portraits of Love

Where I dig into my archives and repost stuff I like. This one’s from April 2005. 1. Wherever I go, I am not allowed to forget – how perfectly crisp and displaced my unaccented English is. If there is an accent it is not one you can pin down. To my countrymen it betrays my [...]

Release

This entry is part 2 of 11 in the series Portraits of Love

Where I dig into my archives and repost stuff I like. This one’s from 2005. like the foreign worker who, having spent six days of every week, fifty one weeks of every year, building for a country that is not his, listening to languages that are not his, but whose greatest pleasure comes from talking [...]

Two Weeks

This entry is part 10 of 11 in the series Portraits of Love

Some weird poetry from 2003, when I was a wee child. 1. two weeks before and the morning after all that mattered was not what really happened where it brings us now, or what a gamble we’d just taken. It was you planting your signature hasty goodbye sweetie on my cheeks in the elevator just [...]