Author Archives: Neha Viswanathan
The first intoxication
I’ve spent the whole of today thinking about the first few months on the Internet. We had one of the first few internet accounts in India. An unassuming vsnl account perhaps. I had a powwow username. I can’t quite describe … Continue reading
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I ate a paan in Benaras
It’s taken me a few months to digest everything that I saw and took in Varanasi. It’s an absurd metropolis of memory, silt, silk and myth. It made me wish I had been there sooner, and I had gone with … Continue reading
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Brave new world of make-up
Pots of rouge, little boxes of eyeshadows, gleaming rich colours in lipstick tubes, the creamy sets of foundation and the brushes, always the brushes! It’s a world with forbiddingly high walls if you don’t know what you’re doing. I had … Continue reading
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A truth, cryptically told
Good girls make mistakes. Good girls become girls who can be easily doubted. And they get married to boys who think they are perfect. Good girls then become sad women. Brave Good girls then go onto enter the murky territory … Continue reading
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Three words: Apple, electricity, redemption
When I was a girl, of merely eleven years, my freedom came from power cuts at night. At precisely 11:20 every night, power went off, plunging our tiny street into darkness. There she was, the apple of someone else’s eyes. … Continue reading
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Poem: Time that flies
In the utterly quiet are heard tiny wings. Food uncovered, or flowers. Hearts and stomachs They spasm. Tight. Bees make honey, Flies make disease. This is love. Some sweetness, some lack of ease.
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Thanks Madhu Menon!
A bad case of spam injection, and me unleashed on the ftp meant that pretty much everything in the blog was lost for a little bit. I struggled, read up things, and couldn’t figure out the head or tail of … Continue reading
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