Monthly Archives: December 2013

2013 in review

Posted on December 31, 2013 by subincontinentia

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 3,200 times in 2013. If it were a cable car, it … Continue reading →

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A Cork in Time Saves Infinity

Posted on December 30, 2013 by subincontinentia

The rhythmic dipping of the oars in the Ganga was to Sunil the same as the ticking of the Grandfather Clock in her grandma’s hallway. The boat, the clock, the river—were all metaphors for time. The east bank’s eternal fires, … Continue reading →

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Will anyone take this bear home for Christmas?

Posted on December 16, 2013 by subincontinentia

I found him at the rubbish depot in my neighborhood, sitting alone in the corner of the lot. He was soggy and huge. The depot manager told me he’d been putting off taking him to the tip. “I feel like … Continue reading →

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Squirrel vs. Lamborghini

Posted on December 12, 2013 by subincontinentia

A less than sympathetic sun elbowed its way through the fog and smirked on my cheeks that were paling from too long on a rose garden bench in my local park. The roses were taking refuge in non-existence, but it … Continue reading →

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Song of the Kerala fishermen

Posted on December 3, 2013 by subincontinentia

I hunkered down on the beach trying to photograph the neon yellow crabs scuttling around in the surf. The crabs had this amusing habit of stopping dead in their tracks, eyes literally popping out of their heads, whenever I moved … Continue reading →

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The Yearning

Posted on December 3, 2013 by subincontinentia

Only those whose heart is not yet blown Have anything to fear from Winter. Do the trees clutch at their leaves When the wind blows through? This longing It is the only thing of worth This lack A treasure house … Continue reading →

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