The Blunt Knife
The luxury of tears that flow,the luxury of people who notice,the luxury of family that books tickets for home,and the luxury of little, material love over and above the unspoken. Continue reading The Blunt Knife
The luxury of tears that flow,the luxury of people who notice,the luxury of family that books tickets for home,and the luxury of little, material love over and above the unspoken. Continue reading The Blunt Knife
The activity (or the lack of it) on this page over the last two months is making me feel like I have aged a little too much for the kind of time span we are talking about. Things might change once I get back to Pune, I don’t know. Let’s wait for that – just … Continue reading Dormancy and the Dhol