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A lawn picnic
An exile reflects on aging neighbors, a distant mother, illness, and the quiet erosion of time in a neglected townhouse complex.
Collected Works in Contemporary Art and Literature
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The Edge of the World, The Serial Chatter, and The Man Who Turned Into a Stone
The edge of the world ‘The edge of the world is where things happen,’ Ayappan told his lover Kalaivani under a tapped rubber tree one early, very early morning.…
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A Little Faith
After a near-fatal crash, a son confronts medicine’s uncertainties and learns to trust the young surgeon who holds his mother’s life in his hands.
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Almaty in Winter
A harrowing, firsthand account of the Almaty unrest in winter 2022, navigating isolation, violence, and uncertainty amid a city in collapse.
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Forbidden Passions
A restless mother finds unexpected escape and desire in a box of romance novels, unlocking a passion she never knew she needed.
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Decluttering Is Not Spring-cleaning
“With current hysteria about the dangers and prospects of AI, a time is coming when there will be a massive thirst for the purity of human-generated content from our present…
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Changing the World One Song at a Time
An intimate travel memoir exploring music, memory, and reckoning with colonial histories through transformative cross-cultural connections in modern England.
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The Pain of Hunger
“Hunger leaves an impression on you that you can’t forget. Even when you aren’t still hungry. Even in his 80s, my grandfather wouldn’t waste any type of food. Not only…
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God Loves Guns, Women, and Freedom
A sardonic god refutes an optometrist’s theory of history, unraveling illusions, power, and the mirrors of the human heart with acerbic candor.
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A Question of Belief
A luminous meditation on belief, memory, and loss—tracing a journey from religious certainty to the embrace of uncertainty, and the enduring need for meaning.
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Split Entry
“Amazing how much an elbow can bleed. Blood all around: on my clothes, on the varnished wood stairs… my father continues flailing, lashing, screaming at me, blinded by his tsunami…