• My Saturday with Mishka.

    “The tragedy is not that you’re gonna die this way,” my mother had said to me once, “it’s that you live this way.” [The Long Run by Mishka Shubaly.] I fall for words. Words of all kinds. Flirty texts. Random questions. Stupid remarks. Retarded emoticons. I fall for words so much, to the extent that

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  • Don’t Think That Love Should Be Permanent.

    I remembered one sunny afternoon in Delhi’s Khan Market. I was inside a small bookstore–looking for some Hindi poetry books for Ollie. The room was packed with books, starting from the floor all the way to the ceiling. Books were stacked here and there. I needed to walk very carefully to avoid collapsing those book piles.

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