At Belem Tower
A post on Facebook a few months after coming back from my first trip to Portugal. Indrani’s...
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Category: Indrani Robbins’s Desk
Ten days in Istanbul
Covid was beginning to wane, travel started tentatively. I’d been marooned far away from...
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Sunday Tale
“I think,” said the Frog, frowning wisely, “You start feeling freedom once you have lost...
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Jagged light
Shorojabala combed her long dark tresses slowly. The Jaba Kusum Hair Oil that had come with the...
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you laughed in my dream
you laughed in my dream and said, i like your friendsi found myself smiling in my sleepmy eyes...
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the boats call you
the boats call you the waters float your thoughts the market sucks you in the potholes plan murder...
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hello, is that you, pluto?
is it really you in those pictures there? pluto, the tiny one far far away in the belt of kuiper...
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the sea writes its own poetry
the sea writes its own poetry the breeze doesn’t care, it sings essays drift by on falling leaves...
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Maharanis, construction workers, ICS officers – a saree wearer’s longish ramble
Six yards, five and a half metres, sometimes nine yards, of material. You have to wrap it around...
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Of real and fake chanderi sarees
He loved vintage cars. Every morning, practically, he’d come to look at his collection,...
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Nothing is quite as precious as trust.
Poh Heng Jewellery is one of Singapore’s leading jewellers with a long history and a...
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A campus ramble
There have been students around here for a long time, but they weren’t always from the...
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