The Death of Mr. Tamang

The first thing that comes to your mind is that you shouldn’t write about death. But you begin to see that you must write about it for your own reasons, to make sense of what life is. Continue reading →


A Good ‘Bad, Part I

It had been 6 and a half years since I last visited my father’s hometown of Hyderabad. Much too much has happened since then. I had packed the city into that semi-conscious portion of my brain; dimly aware of the changes, the rebirth, the bombings, and the undefined family that called it home. Continue reading →