Even in my melancholy, we are one.
The guitar sits sad and fotlorn beside my dressing table…
I started this year determined about one thing: to read as much as I possibly can. I began with ‘Girl, Woman, Other’ and moved on to ‘The Shadow King’. I picked up ‘Shuggie Bain’ next, though I started it last year it was not even halfway done and I am still struggling. Meanwhile, I began…… Continue reading Phoolsunghi: a review
Like wind over fields and Saryu
I feel a vicarious joy as any novel reaches resolution.
We are a sum of our wants.
I killed some words and let them to rest in the crevices on walls of my mind.
You’re nothing. You’re everything.
When the rats are away the dog will play
There’s only as much one can do before the day’s begun