They hand you a boxFour neat lines joined at supremely perfect right anglesYour body, rounded at the edges, pliable, more flesh than muscleSqueezing yourself into shape you triumph, look you say, I fitSkin compacted into nothingnessCells harnessed to behave One … Continue reading They hand you a box
I had mentioned in my previous post of how we had spent a day at the Hermitage Museum and I wanted to share the pictures with you. It was a day of contrasts: the classical beauties in the museum alongside the … Continue reading Bohemian Ifs and Classical Butts at the Hermitage
Last week I was subbing at the Vrije Universteit for the Genre, Literature and Analysis class for the Bachelor First Year course. I was teaching the villanelle and ghazal, which involved aspects of the forms as well as close reading. … Continue reading Teaching the Ghazal in Class
Apoorva said the streets of Alfama reminded him of Ajmer back in the day. I could see this, the curling narrow roads akin to gullies, windows that face each other making room for glances or chats, blinking cats that seemed … Continue reading Lisbon day 5: Let’s Go to Alfama
The Rijksmuseum was in renovation mode for the longest time and when it opened its main doors to the public a few years back there was such awe and mystery surrounding the building. I have visited the museum several times, … Continue reading Rijksmuseum visit – Summer 2017
The past few weeks I have been toying with the idea of getting an e-reader. Many of the books I need for my research and some of the books I want to read are located in and sold from places … Continue reading Is my uneasiness nurtured or organic?
The ghazal At the university they said, “Oh you should study the ghazal” Perfectly plucked you will understand the nuances of the ghazal My grandfather told me stories that spread beyond words Murdered during partition, the border bled the ghazal … Continue reading My ardas to the ghazal