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lovers sunken,
from a faceless
haze, resurface.

one’s eyes, drowsy
another’s lips, scar
there’s a stubble, salty
lanky loose limbs, firm

never whole
unholy affairs.

© Anuradha Prasad 2019


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a faucet drooled:
slivers of water
circled and halted
at the edge of the
mouth, blooming
a fat drop, that sat
like an old man
pondering before
falling into a rusty
bucket with a soft


in pace with the heart
beating on the monitor
jagged green life
flattening, drowning
the fugitive droplets
with a rattle:
of breath
of heart
of being

© Anuradha Prasad 2019

Thank you, twenty-eighteen. It was nice knowing you and let’s not meet again.

Natural Disasters: One that involved getting stranded in the Kerala floods and many, many poppadums

My-Made Disasters: Two…three…four??

I peered through
lennon frames, rose-colored,
looked past and over
red flags waving.

Extrication Rate from All Disasters: 100%

Love: That stretchy feline, Rosa, uff!

New Things, Fun Things: Learned French poetry and music | Went on a writing retreat to Pondicherry | Conducted a workshop on blogging | Volunteered for art things | Learned the flamenco

Overdose: Family things…what with Sunshine all tied in knots and hospitals.

Call Out to the Universe: Whatever happened to courtship? Come back, we miss you.

Books Read:

There was a good mix of short fiction, novels, poetry, and a trickle of non-fiction.

Read the first two of Karl Ove Knausgaard’s My Struggles series: A Death in the Family and A Man in Love. He sure knows how to work magic as he goes into inane details and still keeps you hooked. Srabani Basu’s The Spy Princess: The Life of Noor Inayat Khan narrates the story of Noor, who was the first Indian woman to win the George Cross. Enjoyed reading Lidia Yuknavitch’s The Misfits Manifesto that came after her TED Talk. Resonations aplenty.

What’s a short fiction marathon without Anton Chekhov? It began with A Dreary Story. It was good to go beyond Lolita and read more Nabokov in Nabokov’s Thirteen. Margaret Atwood was as always brilliant in Wilderness Tips, each story is a condensed novel, full and rich. Japanese authors continue to amaze me with their easy style and complex ideas and strangeness; there was Yukiki Motoya’s The Lonesome Bodybuilder Stories, Haruki Murakami’s Desire, and Granta’s Japan edition. Granta’s India: Another Way of Seeing was an interesting collection. Speaking of seeing, Raymond Carver’s Cathedral was an interesting read on the ways we see and the ways we don’t. Hemingway’s Snows of Kilimanjaro and Other Stories was another revelation in style. I dipped into Grace Paley and Lydia Davis who redefine storytelling while Kate Chopin defines it in The Awakening and Other Stories. Letters of Sylvia Plath so far has not been as interesting as Woolf’s diary. Also reading F. Scott Fitzgerald’s Flappers & Philosophers, more of Zelda and Fitzgerald’s relationship in it.

On the novels front, I finished Fitzgerald’s Tender is the Night. Is it just me or were Don and Betty in Mad Men inspired by the protagonists from the novel?


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Yoko Ogawa explores the darker side of sexuality in Hotel Iris, while Emily Fridlund took on the question of healthcare and negligence in History of Wolves. In Aminatta Forna’s Happiness, the foxes and those who exist on the periphery of society come to focus. Celeste Ng’s Little Fires Everywhere brings up motherhood and the various ways it is expressed. In Barbara Kingsolver’s The Bean Trees single mothers are made, by accident and by choice. John Barth’s The End of the Road follows Jake Horner’s life and his ‘cosmopsis’ while shining light on societal issues, all of it laced with black humor. A love story unfolds against the Yom Kippur War in A.B. Yehoshua’s The Lover. Chris Kraus’ I Love Dick is a memoir interwoven with contemplation of womanhood and feminism. Andre Sean Greer’s Less was brilliant as Less runs away from heartbreak and sets off to travel, epiphanies and mishaps abound. Anne Frank is brought back to life in Philip Roth’s The Ghost Writer when an upcoming writer visits an award-winning writer and encounters a woman who could very well be Anne. Meanwhile, a man lies dreaming in Lavie Tidhar’s A Man Lies Dreaming, which weaves a fictitious alternative history where Hitler is a low-brow detective in London after the fall of the Nazis.

In Janwillem van de Wetering’s Outsider in Amsterdam, a murder is solved and in Ian McEwan’s Amsterdam, secrets take a deadly turn as does a young girl’s anger at her father’s lover in Bonjour Tristesse by Francois Sagan. A story is spun over a love that can never be in Alessandro Baricco’s Silk. More murder and mayhem in Pierre LeMaitre’s Irene, that ends with an unexpected twist. Keigo Higashino’s mystery thrillers filled in between the literary reads; there was Malice and Salvation of the Saint. A school boy competes to win an audience with Hemingway in Tobias Wolff’s Old School and learns a thing or two about being who he is to write his best as does Kugy in Dee Lestari’s Paper Boats but it gets a tad sentimental. In Irving Stone’s Lust for Life, Vincent van Gogh struggles to create art and dies in its quest.


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Lisa Halliday’s Asymmetry is narrated in three parts: a love story, a story within a story, and an interview on Desert Island Discs. Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s Americanah is a commentary on the seduction of America and the layers of racism that Ifemelu encounters. Among Indian authors, there was Sudha Nair with The Wedding Tamasha and Priyamvada & Co; both are stories about families and love and loss. Ajay Sachdev with Operation Al-Nagrib, a thriller about a counter-terrorism team trying to prevent a terrorist attack masterminded by the still-alive Sheikh. Radhika Oberoi recreates the events following Indira Gandhi’s assassination in Stillborn Season: A Novel. Jugal Mody’s Toke was hilarious, what with Vishnu and Shiva and their stash. As the author says, toke, toke, toke.

I ended the year with Fran Ross’ Oreo, a funny and brave and jewel of a read. It’s a tightly knit commentary of -isms and light of wit. Recommended.

I got to listen to a lot of poetry and picked up a few collections at the Bangalore Poetry Festival, among them Shikha Malaviya’s Geography of Tongues. Gili Haimovich, Alvin Pang, and Ulrike Almut Sandig were part of the Beyond Shores segment. I also got my hands on a copy of Poetry at Sangam House with some remarkable poems, which included translated work of poets writing in regional languages. Ulrike Almut Sandig’s Thick of It opened up a whole new world of seeing and being.

Screen Things I Binged On:

  • I, Tonya: The real-life story, shot as a mockumentary, of a competitive figure skater who sabotages her rival.
  • Short Cuts: A series of interconnected stories build up to a climax as LA is hit by a quake – not the big one, but shake, it does, the many lives.
  • American Hustle: How I loved the wife.
  • A Poet in New York: Dylan drinks himself to death.
  • The End of the F**** World: Alyssa and James, a pair of oddballs, fall in love.
  • SKAM: A high school series whose highlight was the chemistry between Isaac and Even.
  • Raw: Not for the faint of heart. Cannibalism runs in this family.
  • Revenge: Starts with objectifying a woman’s body, the same body that gives her the strength to hunt her assaulters down.
  • Gloria: An older woman looking for love and living life to the fullest.
  • Wild, Wild Country: A revelation of how the cult-like Rajneeshpuram worked and the hypocrisy of Americans.
  • Killing Eve: Villanelle is super creepy.

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  • Collateral: A well-made mini-series with excellent performances; about immigrants and the fear of terrorism.
  • Molly’s Game: A skier, after an accident, runs a high-stakes poker game.
  • Zodiac: An account of the Zodiac murders and tracking down the killer.
  • Becoming Jane: A biographical account of Jane Austen and the possible inspiration for Elizabeth and Darcy.
  • In the Fade: A woman tracks down the people behind the terrorist attack that kills her husband and son.
  • Wind River: A murder mystery set in Wyoming.
  • The Americans: The final season. Miss the Jennings already.
  • The Shape of Water: A fantasy thriller. The apartment scenes with their aqua are spectacular.
  • Ocean’s 8: I’ll take Clooney any day.
  • Get Out: The horror of racism.
  • Perdida: A girl gone missing, sex trafficking, old secrets resurfacing.
  • Fight Club: Why, why did I wait so long to watch this? A brilliant commentary on consumerism.

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  • The Motive: How far will you go to write?
  • The Guernsey Literary & Potato Peel Pie Society: There were many faces from Downton Abbey (which by the way is being made into a movie).
  • Barry: About Barack Obama as a student in Columbia.
  • The Angel: About Ashraf Marwan who spies for Israel and may have just diverted a whole lot of casualties.
  • 22 July: A terrorist attack in Norway in which students at a camp are targeted.
  • Operation Finale: An account of how Adolf Eichmann was captured in Argentina.
  • Fugitiva: A woman runs from her abusive and influential husband, and keeps trusting the wrong men along the way.
  • Battle: SKAM’s Lisa Teige as a dancer who chooses to enjoy dance over discipline and competition.
  • You: There’s a writer and a bookstore and John Stamos. Hard to resist. For the next round, I’m getting the book first, on which season two is based, Hidden Bodies.

© Anuradha Prasad 2019


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there, dolphins!
sun-scorched sea weaves
little white lies.


fox, fox cries
winter light’s shadows
it’s the cat.


amber leaf
dead autumn’s amen

© Anuradha Prasad, 2018



beehives in the distance, coorg © Anuradha Prasad 2018

Amber fused with
light, the after-shadow
of daffodils, a sweetening
glaze of sunbeams.
Gathered in a geometry

of miniature hexagons
carved out of sweetness,
this house of honey hangs
over an untrodden trail.
Far away but close enough,

and at rest, in its angles and
depths, the faraway dream
of a field of daffodils.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018


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my demons take to the pages
voices: loud, strong, screeching,
pleading, brandishing
whips, swords. cuffs too.
bright flashing eyes
melting soft, languid, safe
even – a seducer’s language

lulling me to sleep, gently,
oh, so gently, unwrapping
a nightmare whose nooks
and crannies i know well:
comforting like a blanket
filled with my body’s warmth
my skin quivering under
the weight of dreams.

demons metamorphose
into father, mother, sister,
lover, familiar.

cobras slither through graves
peacocks dance atop graves
planes taxi between graves.

graves. of demons past are they?
will they resurrect?
will they rest-in-peace ever after?

futile hope, for aren’t these
thoughts too demons

© Anuradha Prasad 2018


belonging nowhere,
but to a geography of

experiences, too many
books, a cat, my roots

and in them too lurks
the transience of being.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018

artwork: marble painting by one of the kids at the lahe lahe summer camp

shrooms cubbon_anu

a troop of mushrooms at the dog park, cubbon park © Anuradha Prasad 2018

turkish coffee 1

I got a taste of Turkish coffee at the cafe where the girls showed me how it is done. The ritual of making coffee was as good as tasting the coffee!

turkish coffee 2

It began with a whiff of the coffee – rich with cardamom and mint. Coffee powder and sugar went into the ibrik, which is a copper pot with a long handle. Hot water was poured into it. The ibrik was then slow heated on a little stove.

turkish coffee 3

Only the crema – the frothy layer on the top – was poured into a shot glass as and when it formed. The result: intense! It did leave behind a muddy layer as it was unfiltered.

turkish coffee 4

This here are cherry beans. They smell fruity as opposed to the unwashed beans which are acidic.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018