Hot Tea, Cold Night

I handed the cup of black tea to dai. He clapped his hands twice to get rid of the dust sticking in the deep crevasses of his palms. That did not stop his mud-covered hands from becoming any cleaner. "Dai, do you work just here or somewhere else too?" I asked out of curiosity. Dai … Continue reading Hot Tea, Cold Night

The Patan Rooftop

Recommended audio track to accompany the reading: track: We met Sachet on a rooftop at Patan. I had not seen him for six years, although it felt way shorter than that. I was not a particularly big fan of Sachet. He had his way of wooing people but for me his performance of … Continue reading The Patan Rooftop