scholia 33

The first time you sacrifice your friends to time is traumatic not only for the schoolyard friends lost but for the trauma of losing the very conception of friendship we had formed around them. But we recover when we realise that we make can friends based on shared interests and less from pure circumstance, however, … Continue reading scholia 33


a letter to no one 1

I want to track you like the Champawat Tiger and attack in broad daylight to the shock of all villagers in witness, sending into sharp flutter their long Kashmiri eyelashes with public displays of affection that would bring a blush to the lifeless carved likenesses of Rati's wooden cheeks. I want to drag you into … Continue reading a letter to no one 1