The last time I was here I told you that I was reading Indian literature, and in that somewhere I lost track of what exactly I needed to read and what I wanted to read. You know there is really a very thin line between these two and I seemed to have crossed that route.… Read More An Old Playhouse!
I read this following poem time and again, very often, so often that by now I have most of the lines by heart and yet I do not get enough of it. How can I? Because every time I read this, it gives me, well I won’t say new insight but the very same old… Read More Re-visiting; Re-reading.
I don’t know politics but I know the names Of those in power, and can repeat them like Days of week, or names of months, beginning with Nehru. I am Indian, very brown, born in Malabar, I speak three languages, write in Two, dream in one. Don’t write in English, they said, English is Not… Read More An Introduction