December.
It was a long time back that I had finally encountered the realisation. Over the following months, when the sky remained nonchalant about......
10 Years Ago
The Year.
Spaced out loves, far too many, but none, the extreme, and most, careless. A noble lover, lost to a virtuous cause, guileless, none......
11 Years Ago
Coffee.
The curtains flew a bright picture of yellow or orange or a mélange de deux against a small opening, a measly excuse for a window, lush gr......
11 Years Ago
Tibet\'s 55 Words.
This is a 55 word story I wrote when I was in Dharamsala. Sort of gives a short opine on Tibet. The charred remains of what once was skin,......
11 Years Ago
Because Someone had to Say it.
It's a fucking paradox that all that you think will be, never, usually does. In the sense, it comes with a very wry sense of non-permanence,......
11 Years Ago
The Ghost Inside.
As some of you may be aware, I was away, hauled up in Dharamsala for almost a month, whiling away time. Not. I was teaching English to Tibet......
11 Years Ago
