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Tainted Margins IV
Jaipur: home, childhood and all other things. Last week, in my city, they asked me what my surname was. One of us, they must have thought. They told us that May 16th will make everything better. Cleaner. That they don’t sell houses to others. That they will sell the house to us. You are like…
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Meer/Alok Dhanwa
Meer pe baatein karo to ve baatein bhi utni hi acchi lagti hain jitne Meer Aur tumhara vo kehna sab deewangi ki saadgi mein dil-dil karna duhraana dil ke baare mein zor dekar kehna apne dil ke baare mein ki janaab yeh wahi dil hai jo Meer ki gali se ho aaya hai मीर…
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Camus, life, death etc.
Reading Camus’s notebooks and I suddenly feel terror. I came here from there. Yes, yes. I am sure of it. Too personal, S. Don’t read his notebooks. Too personal. Line to Maria Cesares regarding his return to Paris (five days before his death): Let’s say [Tuesday] in principle, taking into account surprises on the…
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Red.
Miguel Rio Branco: Saul Leiter: Manto: At six in the morning, the man selling frozen ice sticks from a pushcart next to the petrol pump is stabbed to death. His body lay on the road until seven, while water from the melting ice keeps falling on the dead body in steady driblets. At quarter past…
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2013. Some notes to myself.
2014. 24 years. 2013. 23 years. 2013. Jaipur. Calcutta. London. Bristol. Bath. Calcutta. Gauhati. Calcutta. Jaipur. Calcutta. London. Cardiff. Calcutta. Jaipur. Calcutta. Patna. Calcutta. 2013. E-mails. Poetry. Emails. Papers. Not enough photography. 2013. A distant death. 5 years since my grandmother’s death. 2013. Nothing. Not even almost. 2014. 24 years is not long enough to…
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Paris/Calcutta.
Today, I found a piece of chewed gum on the railing. Last tango. Last tango. Cities, like fates, resemble each other. The mural of Moulin Rouge in Moulin Rouge, Park Street. It looks so much like Calcutta, I thought. And then I remembered Calvino: “Every time I describe a city I am saying something…
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Evening I.
Cultural Studies exam tomorrow. Reading about the partition. 2007. World history. Read about the holocaust and wept. Grandmother looked concerned but Ma asked her to not disturb me. 2013. Was it easier to live before the partition? It must be. It must have been easier to live before the holocaust. Less history. Less guilt. History grows…
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True Love / Wislawa Szymborska
True love. Is it normal is it serious, is it practical? What does the world get from two people who exist in a world of their own? Placed on the same pedestal for no good reason, drawn randomly from millions but convinced it had to happen this way – in reward for what? For nothing.…
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Today I.
“She sent me such a formal text message, you won’t believe. She wrote: Mother passed away yesterday. Please come for the requiem ceremony today at — church. Thanks.” “The language. I couldn’t read it. Mother passed away yesterday.” Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can’t be sure Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I…
