Khepa

I find a million people in a single book,..I wonder sometimes about he, who tries so hard, to find all the books in a single person.
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quiditus

siddhartha was hanging at my place off and on whenever he got away from his hideout in Lucknow,these last few months. This sketch,amongst others, scratched itself out as he was waiting for me to wake up in the morning.

The real ones

Fate keeps putting books in my way. I never really know whether the writing was actually so powerful that I cowered under its weight so painfully,or if it were just per chance that the book matched the turns in my own life. Characters have almost always mixed in seamlessly with the real life ones from my every day.
When the conversation leaves much to be asked for with the real ones, I am usually content in sitting back and being silent again, saving the thoughts for the rumble in my head, with only the faintest tingle of distaste lingering still in my mouth, at reality.
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I thought exactly the same strain of thought about seven years back, and it has been quite a journey since..

'On my return to Bombay I found my unease growing. I wished to escape from my home and walk on and on until at last my feet reached the end of the world. I ddi not think then that such a traveller would only reach ultimately his starting place and that our ends,our real destinations,are our beginnings.'
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An excerpt from the writings of Kamala Das,1988
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Khadija

I found Khadija crouching near my office at Santa Cruz, waiting just outside the mosque for a relative to come out. After the veil over her head slipped off I think she started to get to know me a little better.

Her brother, Imtiyaz, in the meanwhile ran into the mosque to wash his face. He ran back and sat right next to her. This is Imtiyaz's washed face.

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let's pretend we are other people

spaces have changed since.

the walls slip and slide.

new walls have been erected

the water in the house has since, changed its path.

the flux lies dispersed.

there will be other projections on the wall now

will the mirrors still be allowed to rest on the floor?

reflections are so very demanding.