Monthly Archives: August 2015

Growing, multiplying, breathing

On the last night of my sweetheart being here with me, we heard a fight happening on the street. We heard a woman’s voice, and both of us froze. It was right outside our building. We listened; shall we go … Continue reading

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Ways of joining

I have been thinking a lot about skills. About how they take time to learn, and there is no way around that. There are so many hand skills here; people making everyday, useful items by hand. In the market there … Continue reading

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I have to try and remember things

I have to try and remember things. So much happens in one day that it is easy to forget. Already I had forgotten the antique filled shop (it is a bizarre travesty to call it a shop) where enormous room … Continue reading

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Walls walls walls

Fort Cochin has the best walls I have ever seen. The first one I see is opposite our guesthouse, where we arrive late at night. It is the wall of the offices for the Kochi-Muziris Biennale, which none of us … Continue reading

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