(written about a man i met while in the village of jhadpoli) he stares at me his lungi stained with life that never waited for him sagging skin showcased a grey stubble. i walk with an air. he has not smelt. speak with a chin. he has never lifted. my processed cotton and lycra bands the camera that has a bag of its own muddled … Continue reading the unknown man
in this town near london, there is a large pool, made of stone, with an intricate gutter system that ensured the water is always fresh and clean. with numerous alcoves, strong stone carved pillars, huge pillars, statues of roman soldiers lining the terrace, the sky reflecting in the green water, heated saunas with stone steps along the side, separate pools for dips and separate for … Continue reading the romans and their baths…
over the last 10 years, i have lived in 4 cities, 9 houses, had 6 different beds, 4 different flatmates, 4 different vocations, multiple dreams and the same pillow… even while growing up we lived in 8 – 10 different houses. no place was home for a long time. i’ve moved ‘home’ almost every two years, all my life! makes me wonder what IS home for … Continue reading ‘homing’ in…
merry to go around 