Saturday, February 15, 2014
Thursday, February 13, 2014
For a minute, nothing. Then a pool of light gathered at the window across, smearing itself untidily against the grimy glass.
I didn’t know what to do after that. I looked at the moon, at the street below, and sucked in the warmth spreading in my blood.
The next night was the same. She let her pool of light shimmy across the lane one more time, and went down the stairs. I too pointed my torch at her, turned off the light, then turned it on again.
We did this every day now...."
From a new short story 'Inverter', published in Verve magazine. Read it here.
Sunday, February 02, 2014
This is the latest script I did for The Small Picture in Mint. It comes from me missing music in public spaces, and then, chancing upon a few snatches at suburban railway stations last year. Artist Archana Sreenivasan has beautifully captured that sense of grey one experiences in this city, especially at an aural level.