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This city must be a cartographer’s delight. Istanbul is unlike any other city I’ve been to. Though it appears to have snatched tiny bits of other cities’ souls.
In Istanbul, I’ve become the tourist that I usually love to make a mockery of. My mouth is constantly open, my jaw perpetually falling, my desire to [...]
Posted on June 21st, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Cities, Random Links | 13 Comments »
If this ever happens in London, I want to be there. Leading the charge of the flash mob! In gold hammer pants.
I am happy. I haven’t heard this song in ages. And the general composition of the group. That man in a suit and a headband, the girl in the pink top – everything [...]
Posted on June 12th, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
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Outside the cocoon
Of this meandering train
(to Manchester)
It rains on sheep and fields
Slashing their souls,
on the window pane.
They slide on the glass,
a vertical dance
of droplets with tails.
I think then that they
look like sperm.
Wagging their ends
Swimming and vanishing.
The wanker up above
is, in fact,
responsible for the rain.
Posted on June 10th, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Photographs, Poetry and Fiction | 12 Comments »
I find myself on these cross country journeys often. In various trains. From small stations. So small their names barely fit into the station. Ghostless and with trains stopping rarely.
Yet again on a train. Won’t be in London till perhaps well past midnight. To go back to the utter mediocrity of my life. And yet. [...]
Posted on June 4th, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Self | 8 Comments »
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