Tag Archives: Varanasi

The Ganga Chronicles – Stone Cold Tigers

Posted on May 3, 2015 by subincontinentia

Finally finished this rather long short story that I had originally posted in parts. Here all four parts in one. The whole story pizza. Enjoy. Vijay Chaudary was worried about his carbuncle. Three pedicures in the past week alone, and there it … Continue reading →

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The greatest show on earth

Posted on April 17, 2015 by subincontinentia

Amelia Earhart once said, ‘You haven’t seen a tree until you’ve seen its shadow from the sky.’ Well, I think it must also be true that you haven’t seen a lunar eclipse until you’ve seen it in Varanasi. Here, where … Continue reading →

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A man and his dog in Varanasi

Posted on April 4, 2015 by subincontinentia

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Posted on April 4, 2015 by subincontinentia

When I first met Rakesh he was the youngest boatman working on the Ganges. Ten years old, shy and very quiet. He’s now fifteen, and very much his own man. He dropped out of school because “the teacher was bad” … Continue reading →

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No way around this fire

Posted on April 1, 2015 by subincontinentia

It’s getting harder to see the line Between the edge of my skin and the next man’s goosebumps. “Am I on the cusp of creation or incineration?” A worm in the wake of a lava flow asked the earth the … Continue reading →

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My scalp itches for release

Posted on March 31, 2015 by subincontinentia

Every morning from the steps of Meer Ghat, I hear the unmistakable sound of middle-aged and elderly women getting their heads shaved. The act of shaving is silent. The sound is the barrage of instructions lobbed at their young male … Continue reading →

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The unforgettable Mr Sharif

Posted on April 12, 2014 by subincontinentia

I boasted among men that I had known you. They see your pictures in all works of mine… I put my tales of you into lingering songs. The secret gushes from my heart. Rabindranath Tagore Mr. Sharif parted the crowds … 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 →