Mira loves spotting cats. She is great at it. I am fairly observant, too, but her eyes seem sharper, and her ability to spot felines hiding seems highly tuned. She lets out a small yelp or a dramatic "caaatt" in a low voice when she spots one. Cats are evening routines, though. Early mornings, on... Continue Reading →
Last weekend, I visited Syam in LA. His whole house was a mess. There was a piano that he hadn't touched in months. There was a dust-coated guitar propped up over the piano. Musical endeavors to make up for a culturally wasted youth. He must be 36. The kitchen was bustling with activity. We were three... Continue Reading →
I haven't written about my time in Singapore for a reason. It disproportionately features in my most secretively hoarded memories. Whenever I think back to my time in Singapore I can feel my heart quickening and pulse racing. When I try to write about it I have a feeling not very much unlike when one... Continue Reading →
I first met Jack around 4 years ago. Through the following years, I saw him exactly at 4 in the evening. At 4, the days he was at his shop, which was almost every day, he closes his shop, hangs a "Be Right Back" sign, and steps out to get coffee at the coffee shop... Continue Reading →
When I first traveled to London in 2006, my manager had booked a house in Leytonstone. We must have spent a week there. It was a dark and dingy place, about an hour's train ride from our workplace in the docklands near Canary Wharf. After a week, a colleague told one of my roommates that... Continue Reading →
Earlier this year I had the chance to visit Berlin. It has been about 3 months and I have not gotten the opportunity nor made the time to write about Berlin. The trip is now quickly fading from my memory, threatening to leave behind the usual vague remembrances of travel impressions. Berlin was bitterly cold... Continue Reading →
I do not know why physical objects weigh heavily on my mind. I realized this only this month as I was getting rid of my furniture in an effort to downsize into a smaller apartment. Watching the furniture being carried out one by one, I could feel my heart lightening. For the longest time, I... Continue Reading →
Come, let us talk about Ambedkar. Please make yourself comfortable. Fold yourself into a comfortable sitting position. A cup of water or coffee or tea maybe? You know, this week I read an annotated version of "The Annihilation of Caste"(AoC). This I think was the third or fourth time I revisited this work. The first... Continue Reading →
It is always a joy to find a nice bookshop in an unexpected place. Posman Books was right inside Grand Central Terminal, NYC. I cannot believe that I missed this one. Imagine my joy when I caught sight of it as I was on my way to Shake Shack. Sadly, I see that they are... Continue Reading →
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