At a loss for words ( Read more... )

The park in Cochin and that golden late afternoon light that gives everything a bronze sheen. Of age, of emotions. People walking through the park. Playing in the park. Reminding me of Hari Sukan in a bronze age of my life. Where time is languid, with space for daydreaming ( Read more... )

I have a lot to think through, but somehow it is already 4:22am, and jet-lagged or not, this is not a good way to continue. So maybe some thoughts just for now ( Read more... )

Twenty six paces is what it takes to still the mind. I think. I did not really try it but it sounds like the right number. Brooklyn is a space with colour. There is life. And life that is simultaneously mundane and spectacular. Perhaps one constitutes the other. Or maybe it’s jst the paces I have been taking. I spent the last week looking at ( Read more... )

I walk with my ears open. Sometimes more so than my eyes. And I pause to catch a tear in space, lives lived in this edge to edge of time. I hold them like a small package in the form of a sound clip. And sometimes they have names like: "shovelling snow from the roof", "cranes moaning in the middle of the night", "bull frogs in damhoek ( Read more... )

End of 2015/start of 2016 seems to be about fathers. I found out a friend lost her father to a car accident on Facebook, early in 2015, and that she has been shattered by this. And I feel so sad for her, I wished I sensed it early enough to bake her some Lamingtons, unasked for. Which I still will. But better if it came before an intimate baring on ( Read more... )

The men are performing in the streets ( Read more... )

i can't remember the first time i met you. it seems as though you have always been present, with a huge breathtaking hug and a smile that just knocks all doubts away. how can the world begin to spell the loss of you? i just saw a video in tribute to you. and you are there, speaking, your voice sounding just like how it always is, strong, ( Read more... )

tahlil for toni kasim tonight (wed) at 7pm, at mosque near subang old airport. mosque has no name but apparently you jjst do a 3 o'clock at the roundabout and you'll see it. should last from maghrib to isya'. it's not exactly a multi-faith ceremony but friends of all faiths are welcome to be in the mosque compound to remember her in everyone's ( Read more... )

haven't blogged in awhile, and i think i've forgotten how to write.

spent tuesday night at a vigil, held in protest against continued detention of revathi masoosai aka siti. checked the definition of vigil, and it basically means a period of deliberate wakefulness and watching over something ( Read more... )