Interview with Tabish Khair
A Successful Man
The process: the chipped paint-frayed window screens, the wasp nests of last year that don’t have a purpose, the tufts of old-man-gray dusting the yard; all ...
The white expanse of the blank canvas stared back at me. It was pretty white, really. Whiter than snow but warmer than the empty pages of my pocket notebook....
Church of St Augustine, Goa
Since she left her birthplace — a land of the seasons — her existence had been untethered: floating freestyle instead of settling to the comfortable rhythm n...
Leaving Home
I had been completely unaware of the plot until Bradley asked for a favour. It came as a surprise since my status at Springdale High didn’t rise to the level...
My older sister Nan and I climb up our makeshift treehouse armed with our latest swiped goodies. Vienna sausages. Saltines. Sardines. Plastic Merlot bottles....