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Perfume
My mother came into my room yesterday and asked if I had been in hers. I had been, indeed. But she wasn’t there. So I asked her how did she know? The room now smells of roses. So I won’t be able to commit crimes? You will have to stop wearing perfume.
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Pearls
In the evening, while listening to Dave Brubeck’s Blue Rondo à la Turk, I chose a pale pink colour for my nails – this particular pink because it had a pearl glow to it, so in a dark room it reflects light and it seems like I have jewels instead of nails. In an English…
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Life : in images.
A few years ago, I was twenty-three then, while walking on a strange street in Bristol, wearing a blue coat that I’d bought in London only a few days ago – I was rushing to meet someone and near the Charring Cross station, I saw this beautiful long coat and I’d stopped, I really shouldn’t…
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Summer.
It’s summer already, another one. I am still looking for rosewater. Pure rosewater. Nothing less will do.
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Last night
Simone Weil, a glass of milk, the air-conditioner, already on in March, a small container of licorice a bottle of water a small box of pickled unripe mangoes lip balm, strawberry a half opened diary with a pen inside earplugs a grey-indigo blanket a dull pain on my left wrist that doesn’t go away…
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Māngalayam, and
This is a sacred thread, essential for my long life I tie this around your neck, may you live for a hundred winters. I heard this oft-repeated Sanskrit expression – this is the traditional Vedic marriage mantra recited by the groom to the bride – emanating from the television in another room, while I dipped…
