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Location: Mumbai, India


Friday, January 20, 2006


I want to
press against you
into pages of
a book.
Maybe then
you’ll see me slip
to the floor in pretty
when you open

that chapter
again. Someday.

Thursday, January 12, 2006


Yellow dhotis, caps
sweaters, robes
jostle for space on
the ghats.
One hundred and two
sunset priestlings
(can I call them that?)
offer Aarti to the
flowing ganges; they
chant loudly, noisily,
sometimes in and
mostly a little off-

Saffron marigold
petals float alongside
wishes; temple bells
dance to the sound of
prayers; the unstill river
stills my mind.

Twilight blurs my
vision and then
unexpectedly tears too,
as I catch him
surreptitiously cheekily
unraveling wool from
his neighbour’s
sweater; forgetting
(in those moments)
to chant.

He may well be a priest, yes,
I think, as I watched him play

But isn’t he really
really, just a little

Travellete 3 - Haridwar, On the banks of the river Ganga, Nov 2005.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006


He holds my hand,
squeezes it gently;
Ram pyari do
Mangala ek,

(and something else
I couldn't quite catch)
he yells at
a wrinkled old man sitting
in a tiny room behind him.

Magically almost,
orange green pink

sparkling twinkling
bangles slide

up my arms and
into my heart.

How did you know my size,
I ask him curiously,
you didn’t even

When you’ve held hands

with many women,
he replies mockingly,
you know

Travellete 2 - Bangle Walla, Sarojini Nagar Market, Delhi, November 2005.

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