You say people seek immortality. That people are naturally immortal. And that is why nature ensures DNAs are carried forward by off-springs.

The carpenter’s machine whirrs somewhere nearby. It sounds to me like the wailing of a broken person.

I remember Ajee’s hands. The forefinger and the middle finger on her right hand were deformed.

Against the garbage, strewn all over the courtyard, Maan Kumari’s combat strategy comprised of a broom and a pair of buffalo ribs.

I think I’ve been mad at you for a long time now. I am mad because I feel abandoned. I feel like I’ve been left behind to hold the fort, while you were away building a new life.

It’s strange to have seen this person nearly every day of my life and to have no idea what his voice sounds like

In my last letter to you, I wish you love, happiness and most of all, permanence

I learned to live out of a backpack very early. There was a way of packing and unpacking that became a part of my life