Tag Archives: Vaishnavi Nathan

Grandma’s House

Gently the fan spins – it is a power cut in 37 Chai Chee and the wind has become nothing but a stale trace of vibhuti and agarbatti*. In the shadows, we held brass bells to find each other as … Continue reading

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This Weekend

She will return this weekend from Frankfurt, where she lives with her wife and two sons. She will drop her bags and wrap her bare, taunt arms around my wide, plump arms. She will smell of something delicate and expensive. … Continue reading

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1990

The kitchen in the two-bedroom flat had brown tiles, bamboo poles overhead with damp military vesture, a curated exhibition of spices and the woman in a low bun and batik housedress waltzed through scooping buckets of water, reaching for ladles … Continue reading

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Why eye contact is important

I want to write a poem about your eyebrows narrowing to figure me out on a late Friday evening or levitating gently to my confessional sonnets between your legs, about your torso, lean but strong, a luminous afterglow cast over … Continue reading

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