3/24

Sitting in front of an unopened shop in Shazhou market. The cold stairs gives some salve to my buttocks' spasming muscles. I think of Pluto. Maybe I’m from Pluto.   Scraping its foil between my teeth, I savour last of the choco-pies (original) I found earlier. Maybe declaring it a non-planet cut its transmissions to... Continue Reading →

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2/24

Both of their eyes were on me. One in a checkered lungi in the front, the other in trousers at the back. Thick thighs, curly hair, bulging eyes, darkest of skins; like apes I always heard them say. It was the first time for all of us. I raised my fingers to my lips, their... Continue Reading →

1/24

8.35 a.m. I wedge between an armpit and a belly just as the metal doors slide shut. There’s a collective let go of sucked breaths and the gaps between bodies close in. Snug, dazed, slithering in each other’s fluids. Infused with burnt rubber, morning breaths, unwashed hair and hastily splashed colognes. A tin of human... Continue Reading →

Day Two

1/24 That first session back is always the hardest. No matter how many times you promise yourself that this time I won’t quit the gym, something always happens to make you fall off the wagon. Purists would say you don’t have what it takes but I’d ask back if life has ever happened to them.... Continue Reading →

Those You Love, Don’t Define Who You Are

I finally figured out how to loop the digital radio through the lounge speakers yesterday. A rather smooth unplugged version of 90’s “ghar se nikalte hi” is streaming through this early Sunday morning. There’s a slight autumn chill in the air but the sun streaming through these huge overhead windows over the lounge is beautifully... Continue Reading →

9. Stuck

9. /Stuck/ Florence, Italy One cannot be anything but be in gratitude to wake up on a cool, cloudy Sunday morning in Florence, Italy. To spend the morning lingering through the open air markets in San Lorenzo, drinking coffee and eating fresh pizza slices. To walk around the Piazza del Duomo in slight drizzle under... Continue Reading →

8. No

8. /No/ Barcelona, Spain I should have known when we landed well after 12am, through a rattling thunderstorm at Barcelona-El Prat aeropuerto. I should have known when I found out that the metro in Barcelona stops running after midnight on weekdays. I should have known when I sat through 34 stops on the night bus... Continue Reading →

7. Hang

7. /Hang/ Eixample Barcelona, Spain Is it even justifiable that I’ve spent 24 euros on 3 margaritas and a plate of patatas bravas (cheeeeps) in an empty bar in Barcelona?? Eixample is one of Bareclona’s more quieter neighbourhood with it’s grid-like blocks and tree-lined streets with fountains and cosy cafes. It’s about 10.30pm on a... Continue Reading →

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