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Bārādari
Inside the city palace of Jaipur, there is a small beautiful café : Bārādari, or a twelve-doored space. From where I am sitting, I can hear a fountain, and can see its water moving as light on one of the walls and for a moment my eye shifts from the light to the blue sky…
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bougainvillea untitled
In the evening yesterday, I was sitting reading a book, with a cup of tea, sometimes looking at the pink bougainvillea, when my mother – who is no expert on gardening – tells me that she’d read once that the only way to make the plant bloom is to starve it of water, then water…
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On dreams
Tonight, my heart feels tender, as in weak, as in somehow its pulse is slower and it beats loudly, so these things happen, in a dream someone asked me to title their poem — but you can help me, you know, you could’ve helped me — but I woke up before I could — memories…
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Clarice and I
I have struggled all my life to cure this tendency to daydream, lest it should carry me into remote waters. On a boat, rowing through the rose waters of the Sambhar salt lake, passing shimmering cranes and pink flamingoes, I reach the unreachable shore – the one until then only accessible through books and mental…
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On questions
I remember the time when I was working at a publishing house — torturous months of my life, where at the end, I thought this is how it will all end, me coming to work every day, reading manuscripts that violated my soul, day after day I will fade into a non – entity in…
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Possibilities / Wislawa Szymborska
I prefer movies. I prefer cats. I prefer the oaks along the Warta. I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky. I prefer myself liking people to myself loving mankind. I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case. I prefer the color green. I prefer not to maintain that reason is to blame for…
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on rainy mornings
The rain woke me up today, so so early in the morning, that it could have been any year, any life, I could have been anyone I wanted, not a hint of light, everything still hidden and everything still possible right there from my bed, my cold feet could have descended on any ground, my…
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A rough note on Delhi (2007-2012)
Suddenly while watching the video of this song, its Delhi parts, I was back in 2007 – in the red building of Miranda House, in that room I shared with 3 others, in that time where I would be late each day for the 8:40 class (the time still fills me with a sense of…
