Bangalore — In another era, when I used to maintain something of a weblog, I’ve had a tendency to write, disappear and then write a quintessential “I’m back, folks” post, mostly mentioning an emphatic return from...
Pasig — We stared at each other, our expressions blank. My pen was moving. Yet it, too, was shooting blanks. There was a poem whispering somewhere, knocking on my mind. But Sleep and Rumination had the louder...