A Life Less Lived My laziness will save me. Save me from making the trip to the grocery store, being surrounded by people, sneezing, coughing, “what’re you doing”-ing. My laziness will save me, save me from waking up and “seizing the day!” Why, why should I. Honestly. …

I am reminded of the significance of the day. I am reminded of my identity and its importance. I think back to a couple of years ago when I was waiting to get home. It was pretty late that night, and I had taken one of the last few trains…

Or, the Day of the Boxer Rebellion The day of the Boxer Rebellion. I remember it so clearly. We had gotten so used to a world of fitted underwear and briefs that anything else seemed out of the ordinary. Men had accepted the perpetual lack of blood flow to their nether regions, beyond the waist, as routinely…

“Shove and squish!” The sea of female faces seemed to be inaudibly chanting this in unison as I stood watching, half-paralysed. The beeping of the train’s doors indicated that they had closed, holding us in the glass box like magician’s assistants. I saw the movement from the scenery passing me…

Her infectious laughter stood out from the crowd of men and women in the room. I watched her from a distance, studying her carefully, trying to make as unbiased a judgement as I possibly could. …

Or: Date, Miscommunicated He noted the time in his head, astounded by how it didn’t fit the scene he was walking in. It was strangely picturesque, the bright, grey sky against the orange tint that hovered over the horizon that made its way closer towards him as he strode on. …

Book Reading “Hi, how are you? Please, come in!” The old lady ushered me into the grand room with its high ceilings and left me alone. She wandered off towards a corner where a couple of other oldish ladies, all dressed in their Fabindia finest, stood around, sipping drinks and whispering furiously. …