Gourami Fish Tale
At eleven, I had only seen the “kissing” kind in the Mumbai aquarium, the platter-flat pink gouramis with enormous […]
At eleven, I had only seen the “kissing” kind in the Mumbai aquarium, the platter-flat pink gouramis with enormous […]
You can take all the rusting gold I secreted away, for those monsoons until childhood slipped away; those petrichor
What of a country where boys are taught to grow into wheels to rattle over tracks bruised by false machismo.
Would take to Twitter like fish to water But grow out of it And use it as a protest tool.
I’ll keep this brief. I remember the shock of Mr. G’s tiger-striped trunks at the Madras Gymkhana Club. Nothing to
This morning I misread Tantrism for Tourism and it’s been downhill ever since. Elephants are dying in the Okavango Delta