PinnedOf Friends Forever LostSt. Joseph’s College — the main building of my primary school [source]Feb 5, 20188Feb 5, 20188
PinnedTwo PeopleThere is cracked china in the sink. Ornate cutlery once saved for special occasions. Mustard oil and smears of grease. Half eaten chicken…Jun 4, 20183Jun 4, 20183
PinnedA Million Little DyingsEvery night a life comes to me in a different shape, a different smell, a different dream. There is no logic in this insomnia,Apr 3, 20194Apr 3, 20194
Published inLit UpI decided to write Stacey into a poemI write of the music in my Ammi’s snores after she recovered, in the hums of the ventilators, in the marching bands of mRNA in my veins…Sep 17, 20211Sep 17, 20211
Published inLit UpRageTonight I will paint a photo you have often seen, a world that has always been, with fear creeping in the skin under your nails…May 10, 20212May 10, 20212
We shall overcome one dayMy phone starts beeping. It’s the Facebook alumni group from my Indian university. Someone is asking for a ventilator bed in Bangalore.Apr 30, 20212Apr 30, 20212
Published inP.S. I Love YouOur Secret PlaceFacebook says it’s your birthday today. I didn’t need a reminder.Mar 22, 2021Mar 22, 2021
Published inP.S. I Love YouPinkDown the road from my local bar, a baby came under a drunk man’s car, and every time I passed the spot, I saw a pink patch on the parking…Feb 28, 2021Feb 28, 2021
Published inP.S. I Love YouRememberRemember the unborn petals sleeping in the soil, and that one day these hyacinths shall flower again…Feb 14, 2021Feb 14, 2021