My memory of birthday parties as a child
Paces quicken Gold chains around necks Are quickly hidden Footsteps become silent Less sure of themselves And more desperately trying to get home The judging begins Of every station, every bus stop Is it too empty? Too quiet? Are the men walking too slowly? Auto rickshaw drivers’ Faces get looked at harder Would he rape […]Read more "India After Eight"
What’s a better alternative to ‘I don’t know?’; Have you ever noticed that no one knows why?Read more "No one knows why.."
I don’t mean this to be disrespectful to anyone else or in any other way than intended! Read it and you’ll know what I mean..Read more "The Revolution"
I mean, it’s so very nice of you to come, indeed.
Well, I’m glad you feel that way.Read more