Aai

I have never forgotten my grandmothers smell, the smell of old age, of soft skin, her favorite sandalwood soap and a particular brand of talcum powder. On many afternoons I rushed back from school straight into her lap. My pony tails were loose, my shirt crumpled, and stains of an eventful day at class all too visible. I…

One single great love

There is only one. A single great love. A unique passion we can’t get over, the one that climbs up, treads its way through our dreams, stays there and plays and replays like a reel. It never lets go. For most people, overtime, it becomes a touchstone, a catalyst, a camphor, a smell, a beam of light, a stack…

Life, after life

Life changes fast. Life changes in the instant. You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends. The question of self-pity.   I read these words in a piece by Joan Didion, in fact I almost remember how the piece titled ‘After Life’ went.  Those were the first words she had written…

Savage Memory

When one is young, life seems infinite. There’s always time to do things in the future, visit one’s grandparents, take your mother out for a movie,  frame that beautiful sepia picture for a loved one-next time, later, soon. We file these things away, like tasks, in some deep recess of our mind. They stay there,…

Remember, Remember, Remember

When people are dead graves aren’t the place to find them, they are in the wind, the grass, the air of the place. The most hideous crimes are committed daily. We condemn them and then file them away in some deep recess of the mind so that we aren’t plagued by the images, so that we…