Monday, November 23, 2015

and

my white elephants guard my palace of ivory and the fears paint the shadows with silent screams.

that is fiction. and that is it. 
at
Labels:

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Day 18 of 108

Returned home to Bandra today. Had a strange and beautiful epiphany in the auto. It wasn't a new epiphany. It was an old one. But it sud...

  • Save the Indian (male) child
    This isn't exactly a feminist tirade, but this is written by a woman, and it is written in annoyance. You raise your girls to be sweet...
  • Not any more in a book store
    I visited the Crossword at Mulund. It is big, bright, noisy, and has a really chic café. There are books too. The reason I was there was to ...