I hear this strange thing. That you are looking for accommodation? In a mortal place? Some even tell me you are looking for accommodation in a disputed place? As in, that place is the subject of a tit...

Most things die, but many do not. The mountains are still young, and they were young on the ancient. They were there, youthful props in the playground of the Gods, and they sprung springs and lakes ab...

There is a historic, metaphoric dread and coldness attached to that question when it pops up: “Papers, please?” I would recommend a reading. A reading of the past remains critical to understanding...

The Rascales. Where are they? Flying about? But of course, Rascales would fly; they were meant for that. But where are they? I can hear them dinning away in my ears, but I cannot see them damn Rascale...

Nothing’s there that isn’t without fences. There are jurisdictions in spaces, jurisdictions beyond distances that can be imagined, abstract distances. Walk a mile, then think of a trillion miles a...

Chal mere bhai, tere haath jodtaa hoon, haath jodtaa hoon tere paaon padta hoon... Chal mere bhai... We have to move on, we must move on. We must nudge each other to move on. Get a move on. We have be...

Isn’t it so? Good. Very good. This is how I expected it to be. This is how I was told it would be. By my good friend. You know who. Did you get that? You didn’t. I bet you didn’t. Because you do...

And so we are. Indeed. Where else would we be? These are our fences. We made them. But we choose not to see them. At the best of times. At the worst of times. Our fences are what we choose not to see....

But first you must listen to me. And do as I say. First you must get into bed. It’s only in bed that bedtime stories may be told. Where do you think you’re going? Don’t you know it’s dark outs...

I swear on whatever book it is that you have yanked my palm onto that I shall speak the truth and the truth alone and nothing but the truth. Some folks say the moment they see me they begin to be conv...