Two eyes show two streets separate. The one walks along normal, like it has a day to live out. The other mimics it. Forgets it. The other wanders about smelling its own sidewalks and imagining cars...
Why, oh, why does it have to be Yoni Ki Baat? Why? I'm South Asian, right? I'm solid South Asian. So why does it make my blood boil that South Asians are doing an adaptation of the Vagina Monologues...
I left word with God that I’d borrowed a book off him when he wasn’t looking – not one of the big ones, just a collection of verse by someone small who never left the mountain and drew water...
I broke the mold. I made a mockery of your elation. I tried my hand at gravity and watched everything fly away and become the moon and so it was that nothing stood still again. And life was all a...
I’ve forgotten the ending. It’s one of the things they took in those long days of dull yellow light – a way to pinch out the flame and watch the smoke rise against the window at night. I woke...