Amruta
Mumbai Diaries - 4
Monday. A heritage walk pops up on my feed. The start time (8 am) immediately puts me off. In my current state I’d rather curl up and...
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Amruta
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Mumbai Diaries - 3
It’s been only a couple of days since I moved back from Paris, and I’ve arranged to meet friends every evening in an attempt to reconnect...
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Mumbai Diaries - 2
I walk into the living room and she’s sitting crouched on the floor, hands up against her head in fatigue and despair. Her hair is pale...
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Poem: 'Still'
Late October, and still the sea is warm. Still the sun shines above us, warming our backs. Still I bathe in the sea, as you watch...
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Poem: 'Foundation'
sprawled across this summer night- strings put together, drawn up to sky -it stands, silent, between me and you, away on your island of...
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Poem: 'Unstill'
Another day has come. The sun has risen and set She looks at her fingers Wonders how to get out of bed Not how. Why. The day goes by. The...
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Metro shorts - 10
Weary from a long day at work, I get into the metro and brace myself for the long ride ahead. Autumn has abruptly turned to winter, and...
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Metro shorts - 9
Saturday night. I catch the last metro after a night of gypsy jazz and raspberry beer and sink happily into the corner seat of a square....
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Poem: 'Girl'
When I look back there is nothing but sun: the welcome oppression of a Bombay noon, its beating rays angling in, and I, foetal-curled...
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Poem: 'Two cats'
We dug our claws in like two cats in opposing Parisian windowsills sized each other up, across the tin roof that divided us. Like cats on...
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Mumbai Diaries - 1
Indira is Nepalese. She has a round, white face like the moon and caramel eyes that twinkle when she smiles her Cheshire-cat smile. She...
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Chai Tea
I roll out of your still-asleep arms and walk to the kitchenette, rubbing my eyes. Sleep hangs heavy on my lids, but my arms move...
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Metro shorts - 8
A hot day, and I’m late. I rush into the metro, lean against its cool metal poles and tap my feet impatiently to the music in my ears....
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Poem: 'Spring'
Nascent moon peers out of blue unblemished but for a cross. We sit beneath searching for syllables breathing grass counting buds in...
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Poem: 'Fix'
If you are a woman, you know it doesn’t take much to fix yourself up. Make-up to hide your lines, define eyelashes, cheekbones and lips,...
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Metro shorts - 7
She lunges at me, the tall black girl standing against the closed doors of the metro. It’s that time of Saturday night when anything can...
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Poem: 'How to Look for a Poem in the Metro'
There are many ways of looking for a poem in the metro. You could be a reader of its Lignes et Rimes Four-line instalments scissored out...
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Metro shorts - 6
Beep. The doors to the metro open. One of the women who walk in instantly catches my eye. Her face is like a cloud, all round and soft....
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Metro shorts - 5
I’m only two metro stops away from my home, but it’s cold and I’m feeling lazy to walk the distance. I descend the stairs at a run, and...
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Metro shorts - 4
There’s nobody at the metro station. It is late on a weekday, and the only souls in sight are one cleaner on each platform; people who go...
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