Bravo. So touching, Anagha. "You lower your mouth to the smooth rim of the chipped blue ceramic, closing your eyes to the pleasure of what is yours entirely."
You've captured so well the essence of a woman who is living somebody else's life, who cherishes a sip of tea or closing her eyes briefly in the bathtub as her one chance to remember who she is.
Such a gorgeous piece - I felt like I was watching a film. These lines really struck me - "You fall asleep. In your dreams, you grow wide like the city. You carry everyone inside your belly."
Each word written captures the last moments of a day that are grasped visually inhaled with night sounds, sips of tea listening to children’s breathing while life stirs outside. I am transported to a space and time,sip the tea; yet you are aware you have not left your room and I have not mine — awed by saris folds , the curry skewers, deliciously served to provide me sitting in my rickshaw with dreams rich with moments and thank you for the tea with dash of cardamom. I can now sleep easy knowing you have reached the end of your day as I have waited to read your writing and am very grateful.
This is a delightfully dense mesh of sensory perceptions, descriptive script, and toned feeling. I sense a splash of autobiography in the woman who finds herself freest at midnight.
Mike if I ever write a book, please do the blurb for it! I love ‘descriptive script and toned feeling’
And this was a profile built on many people around me; perhaps more observational than autobiographical, but equally intimate nonetheless 💜 thanks you reading
Bravo. So touching, Anagha. "You lower your mouth to the smooth rim of the chipped blue ceramic, closing your eyes to the pleasure of what is yours entirely."
You've captured so well the essence of a woman who is living somebody else's life, who cherishes a sip of tea or closing her eyes briefly in the bathtub as her one chance to remember who she is.
Yes that’s exactly what I wanted to capture Don! Those few moments of aliveness. Thanks for reading 💜
thank you for the mention. this piece is gorgeous.
huge fan of your writing! thanks for reading EJ
Thanks for the mention Anagha. This was so beautifully written.
Thank you Clancy 💜
This is absolutely beautiful. I'm awed by it. Thanks so much for sharing your sensual words. I won't forget this woman.
Wow thank you Jennifer, this means so so much 💜 honored
Fascinating. I want more of this story.
Thanks Karen!
Such a gorgeous piece - I felt like I was watching a film. These lines really struck me - "You fall asleep. In your dreams, you grow wide like the city. You carry everyone inside your belly."
I’m so glad that the images came alive for you! Thanks Amy; and that was one of my favorite lines to write as well. Thanks for reading 💙
Each word written captures the last moments of a day that are grasped visually inhaled with night sounds, sips of tea listening to children’s breathing while life stirs outside. I am transported to a space and time,sip the tea; yet you are aware you have not left your room and I have not mine — awed by saris folds , the curry skewers, deliciously served to provide me sitting in my rickshaw with dreams rich with moments and thank you for the tea with dash of cardamom. I can now sleep easy knowing you have reached the end of your day as I have waited to read your writing and am very grateful.
Beautiful! Thanks for reading Richard
Very, very nice! It’s so hard to pull off 2nd person convincingly. I love the lonely midnight insomniac tone.
Beautifully written! You talent for sensory detail and metaphor is immense and lights up your fiction works too...
Wow thank you Reena, this is so encouraging
Very poetically said! I like the picture. Much could be written of it.
I really appreciate it Luis!
This is a delightfully dense mesh of sensory perceptions, descriptive script, and toned feeling. I sense a splash of autobiography in the woman who finds herself freest at midnight.
Mike if I ever write a book, please do the blurb for it! I love ‘descriptive script and toned feeling’
And this was a profile built on many people around me; perhaps more observational than autobiographical, but equally intimate nonetheless 💜 thanks you reading
Beautiful and poignant.
Thank you so much Kim 💜
Great story! Great details!
Thank you Connie!
This is lovely and the prose shines with poetry.
Thank you! This is such a lovely comment LeeAnn