bibliobibhuli

I sit next to a box of mangoes knowing very well it might be the last.

If you listen deeply, life's nothing but a conversation.

Thirsty little sapling,

Head.

Morning is a child. You are a child in the morning. —×—

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We come from the sea, from the fish

I'm a little blind without my glasses.

I love the word ‘naíve’ she says.

‘Password, please.’

No, I don't do cigarettes but every once in a while I hold a bit of dark chocolate between my tremulous fingers and sniff the darkness— the…

Sorry I haven't been myself.

You make your way out of the egg every morning:

(For Sunila Tai. I dreamt we were having this conversation.)

Now is salt, eternity is water.

You must pardon my book reviews, for they are not reviews, but love letters. I know not where the love ends and the letters begin.

I will never forget you, little book, for finding me in the middle of this raging pandemic. It was a case of mistaken identity, yes. I was…

The 3 AM silence is shattered by gunshots.

I ran into Margaret Atwood for the first time in an Indian Railways compartment. I was perched up, as usual, on the uppermost berth. In a…

I sniff and I sniff

Did you know household dust is mostly our own skin shedding,

Picking up Murakami is like getting home a new plant. You don’t know what plant you’re taking home, and the shopkeeper won’t tell you…

It is not motion that I hate or stillness,

"There was a crowd. The crowd had gathered because there was going to be a materialization. A man and his dog were going to materialize…