To an old friend E. Eleven years of soft smooth skin Your hungry hands, Quiet, questioning, Waiting, tired Still a friend. Now this song Makes me Quiet, questioning, Wondering Why am I rooted in you? Are you my country...
And so here we are
To you being you
Me being without you
An old poem, dressed in new clothes.
Did they break your bangles?
Did they say, now hide your angles?
So with lowered head,
I give to you,
My last missive:
The best that I wish for you and me,
Is to be a stranger to one another.
“Did you notice?” You said once. “How I don’t address you by name?” “Did you wonder why?” Then we smiled At each other … We then leaned Toward each other “Did you...
Chaya Babu interviewed me for India Abroad magazine, appearing in February 13, 2015 issue. An excerpt: How did you develop him [Arya]? Does your personal experience inform his character? …I started to become more...
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