Tag Archives: Shriram Jayakumar

Late Night at the Ritz

Streaking through the corridors sliding across the polished floors between the walls which sting static towards the horizon of the marble tiles and chandelier whose origin is of Lordship which you feel you should know if it weren’t for centuries … Continue reading

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Indian Dreaming

I remember as a small boy waltzing with sticks of chalk on beaten blackboards an irregular beat a mindless pattern till I had crafted white murukkus1 firmly embedded like the raw sting of rattan on my wrist shortly after I … Continue reading

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