Literature Late to the Feast, and Forever Famished "But what exactly does it make you feel?" "Many things. Like life can feel infinite, even inside a finite frame. You know what I mean?" I embraced reading a little late. When I was very young, my mom and brother made several noble attempts to convert
Literature Character and Other Fictional Errors "I thought he had no character." "How could he have one when you assassinated it for him?" Ages ago, I wrote a microfiction titled Casanova. It was the story of a man who deliberately taints his reputation as a womanizer, apparently for a good cause. When
Reflection A Thousand Autumns and Not One Was Mine "There’s something about those fiery hues, don’t you think?" "I do. As if the leaves have been rehearsing this transcendence for lifetimes. As if they’re thrilled to die a little, just to be reborn whole." I have a plastic vine of fall leaves
Travel Fluent in Faux Pas and Artful Overthinking "Weren't you embarrassed?" "I was, but then I laughed harder." In an epic misadventure, I once walked into an Italian café and quite confidently mispronounced its name La Gioia. I said it in a way that only a typically Indian tongue could manage (I’
