Ignoring Kurt Vonnegut and Writing About Writing Anyway.
On a day that I felt like giving it my all, I started with this entry in my journal: I don’t have the discipline to finish a thought, let...
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Feb 14, 20235 min read
Cherry Trees.
Some days my mother would be waiting in the balcony for us in tight pants and a tight v-necked t-shirt. On those days we'd know she'd met...
Jan 26, 20232 min read
Vishnu, Inevitably.
Vishnu's mother looked up at him with her ocean-blue eyes. Eyes inherited from the lost tribes of Israel!, Professor Zacuto would say. He...
Sep 19, 20212 min read
A Photograph, a Freight Train.
Written for FRAGMENTS OF A SPINNING ROCK: Photography by Kaushal Parikh. Wading, with eyes, with camera, through the sheer thickness of...
Sep 19, 20212 min read
Arjun, In Denial.
All those summers spent sipping lemonade in Capri, St. Tropez and Monte Carlo. The winters skiing in Megeve and St Moritz. Hard-earned...
Sep 18, 20212 min read
(Yet Another) Partition Story
1947, Lahore, Pakistan. Biji, my grandmother was very pregnant with a child that would be my father, Bittu Sahgal. Bittu would be born –...
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