Our mother was a formidable influence on us as children, intimidatingly and singularly strong. Last night, she told me this was a reaction to her own mother’s absence in her upbringing, that she had made the conscious decision to be there for her own children in all things. I don’t remember our grandmother. She died […]
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lyricism
The street in India is so rewarding, and not simply because of the sheer amount of activity found there. This activity is variously, and often simultaneously, intense, authentic, informative, open, lyrical, poised, majestic, curiously intimate, spontaneous, unaware, welcoming, indifferent, unassuming, routine. The simplest, most mundane, prosaic tasks can be done with such lyricism, and it […]