Reflections

February 11, 2015

The taste of a Kolkata afternoon is always the same: a sharp, metallic tang of tram tracks cooling in the heat, mixed...

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February 11, 2015

To hang in the air is not the same as flying. It is a negotiation with gravity, a slow, patient argument held...

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February 10, 2015

In the quiet hours of the morning, before the kettle whistles or the house begins its daily creaking, I often think about...

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