Aakash finally understood what his mother would have felt like when she had been harangued by dozens of people in the garden. Sound of one man speaking. Another. And another. Lots of sounds. Isolation. Cut off. Silence. The more noise she would hear, the more isolated she felt from the world. Conversely, when Tanisha and…

1 Stumbling across an old cardboard box in a musty attic of her late mother’s house, Tanisha found a book with a big space in between its pages. The flow of sensations she experienced was discontinuous and random. The word ‘random’ is borrowed from the old French ‘randir,’ which means: to run fast, at a…

I imagine Aakash sitting on the beach chair with his hands folded and eyes closed, thinking about his people. He does not know how the breeze from the open, blasted sea cuts through his face. Nor does he know about people dancing around him, surfing on the ascending and descending waves, and enjoying the sunbeam…