Popagandhi

The start of a few crazy years. IDD calls, Skype chats and what seemed to be endless airplane tickets. I was my telco’s favourite customer. No longer!

This entry is part 2 of 12 in the series Portraits of LoveWhere 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 [...]

This entry is part 3 of 12 in the series Portraits of LoveBlast from the past: digging into my archives and republishing the stuff I like. This was originally from 2004, and reposted again in 2005. And again now. 1. It is the universal truth — before any woman, man, boy, or girl, is able [...]

This entry is part 4 of 12 in the series Portraits of LoveWhere 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 [...]

This entry is part 5 of 12 in the series Portraits of LoveWhere I post stuff from the archives, the stuff I like. This is from 2005. Do you remember how when we first met, I thought you were Adrienne? You were in blue jeans, and a black, backless top. I was in what I [...]

This entry is part 6 of 12 in the series Portraits of LoveReposting stuff I like from my archives. This is from 2006. Rajasthan, at the peak of summer. There are no tourists around for miles, except the two of us. For a good reason too. Tell any Indian you were in Rajasthan in May, [...]

This entry is part 7 of 12 in the series Portraits of LoveReposting 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 [...]

This entry is part 8 of 12 in the series Portraits of LoveReposting 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 [...]

This entry is part 9 of 12 in the series Portraits of LoveReposting stuff from my archive. This one from 2003, when I was a wee child. (so I still lie, to myself, more than to you.) sketches for my sweetheart the drunk.. Hey. I don’t think about you so much these days. I still [...]

This entry is part 10 of 12 in the series Portraits of LoveSome 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 [...]

This entry is part 11 of 12 in the series Portraits of LoveThis was published in QLRS in Jan 2003. I had weighed the burden of desire in my hands but in yours you weighed reality between your fingers, half serious even as we tried to kid ourselves (and others) nothing else quite mattered. I [...]

This entry is part 12 of 12 in the series Portraits of Lovein hindsight Some songs I cannot hear again. Some songs make me think of you. Not of you in the general sense one does of missing one another. Not even in the way one thinks of losing a loved one or saying goodbye. [...]