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Well, it’s hardly been raining words around here. Not that there isn’t much to say. (Maybe, actually).
To be honest, blogging under your real name means that there is only so much you will ever write about. Only so much you will admit to. The cryptic design of venting takes time and patience. I have [...]
Posted on July 29th, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
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We look up, and see Shiva.
In this form, he looks different.
He is cherubic. With fatty thighs.
A belly, unrestrained. Full of milk.
And what bulges like pure butter.
(Perhaps they wanted Krishna?)
What would a child destroy?
Small things. Irrelevant things.
Broken easily. Available in plenty.
Like little glass tumblers. Or
nibs of ink pens. And random
nameless hearts, already fragile.
Posted on July 7th, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Photographs, Poetry and Fiction | 14 Comments »
Four years in England have meant that I no longer enjoy rain the way I used to. Rain landing on your head like sparrow piss, without rhythm or force. Rain raining without any self-respect, easily escaped with the aid of umbrellas. What kind of rain doesn’t drench you despite an umbrella? The English kind perhaps.
I [...]
Posted on July 4th, 2009 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Photographs, Self | 14 Comments »
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