Monthly Archives: March 2011

> Aliza is 6. Sahar is 8. I am their mother. We were at the school bus-stop in the afternoon today. Ali had to go to school for an evening rehearsal of tomorrow’s school function. Wide empty road, quiet afternoon, … Continue reading →

> Frankly, I find this valourization of motherhood problematic, he said. Leave your jargon at the doorstep when you visit my temple, she said.

> I will have to be a good person. Writing is a pious activity, like prayer after a bath. It has to be done with a clean and honest intent. Being a good person is harder work than just being … Continue reading →

[You can hear this here.] I was single at 31. I was married at 31. I was Sahar’s new-born mother at 31. I had nightmares at 31, I had dreams at 31. That year I went to T&T, Kazakhstan, Spiti, … Continue reading →

> He woke up to the sound of rain, all the kids cuddled into their bed. Where did these people come from? Where have u gone? he mumbled to her. Days are long, months feel safe. But the years, the … Continue reading →