2015 - 2019
[Excerpts - Notes from 2020:
“so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.”
- Elizabeth Bishop, One Art
Holding onto little blurred lines, memories and snapshots of time... of Liz's cackled laughter, of Zorro's wistful eyes, of what it felt like to run, swim and dance the way I used to, of Tiara and I back-floating in the river as kids, of failed, blurry New York adventures in cold, odd hours of the night, of Ammama's house and long lazy afternoons lying on her lap with the creaky noise of the fan whirring, to escape the muggy Kerala heat.