An aging hippie undulating to the unrelenting riffs of a blues band.
A maid who thinks I speak fluent Hindi, and who brandishes bidis as she sweeps our place out.
Baby kittens, Earl Grey and Orange Pekoe, from the American Embassy.
A Thanksgiving feast of a paneer roomali roll, steamed rice, yellow dal, and rum and coke.
The Year of Magical Thinking.
Bad news and better news, being away and yet not.
There is too much to write and too little time to capture these experiences as I'm living, not in repose.