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Tag: short story

  • sea to sky highway (postcards from canada)

    sea to sky highway (postcards from canada)

    “cmon, Kerri, we’re picking you up in an hour! we’ve got a surprise for you.”  oh. i want to say no. i’m so tired. still, i should go. i don’t want to let them down.  a campus pickup, in a silver rav 4. canadian nostalgia. i sit in the back seat. i watch city scenesevaporateto forest green..ocean blue..and mountain high.  familiar territories, we…

  • west 4th avenue

    west 4th avenue

    i arrive, they ask, i try to deliver.they want me showing up manifestations of golden hour shimmersa summer rooftop party with old friendsbut intuition sends elevator chills,  “high alert girl, be on guard girl.”but they act so happy to see me, it’s been years.. i’m finally here. they offer a drink, i decline. they offer a…

  • Hampi pt 2: Festival Season (Into the Bardo)

    Hampi pt 2: Festival Season (Into the Bardo)

    xlv i am cocoonedin eternal hibernation,far gone. deeplysinkingfalling in the slumbers,into the Bardo. absorptioninto nothingness. neither hereneither there.  ultimate absorption. i hear under desert ambience,3 piercing cries, a vulture’s alarm: “WAKE UP!!!!” i hear, but keep my eyes shut.i don’t need to open them,i know it is him calling- black bird.  “madam…it’s time you wake up.it’s festival season.” i…

  • Hampi pt 1: Savasana (Into the Bardo)

    Hampi pt 1: Savasana (Into the Bardo)

    xlvi i’m astate of greyscale. i feel stripped. is this freedom or aloneness? i exitthe train.unlikeany reality i’ve experienced before.  arrivedin darki watchthe blackbird flickering his wings, “aajao”. (come) he flutters into the sky like a whim- perching on a rooftop ledge, he calls me.  i climb repaired stairsi seethe guru, standing, presence like a lion. fierce.  the sunrising,sunlight…

  • Hauz Khas Arrival (Into the Bardo)

    Hauz Khas Arrival (Into the Bardo)

    xlix i awake.  far from home,i sense it.this is unlike before… a thread softly knitted into my sternum pulls me – “challo” (let’s go)  i exit a buildingleaving behindwhite wallsand florescent lighting. i step into a side street, the air, smoggy and misty – sets the toneof mystic arrival.  “go.” i wander down a rustic alley, New Delhi ambience,street carts, food vendors,infusing…