PinnedOde to Parrot — a work of short fictionMy brother Sanjay graduated from high school in 1991. That same year, my grandfather, or Bada Papa as we called him, was visiting from…Sep 14, 20183Sep 14, 20183
Wednesday, May 30It’s my Wednesday therapy session on Zoom. I make an odd sound. My therapist says she and her daughter make odd sounds at each other…May 30May 30
“It Was Something”Arnold didn’t know why he agreed to do this. “She’s very kind and a great conversationalist,” his daughters had said.Mar 2, 2022Mar 2, 2022
“Waking Up from the Dreamt-Up Life”In 2020, the humans woke up and learned that their lives were imagined. Everything that they had valued as crucial had no consequence.Dec 17, 2020Dec 17, 2020
The Acrimony of CootiesEvery elementary school class has one — a kid unceremoniously dubbed Pig-Pen…Nov 25, 2020Nov 25, 2020
Before COVID, I would swim…Before COVID, I would swim. I’d begrudgingly force myself to go to 24-Hour Fitness, that cesspool kept unclean by the bodybuilders and the…Oct 2, 2020Oct 2, 2020
Published inDiary of a Quarantined NobodyPandemic Ramblings — May 20, 2020Sometimes, I wish I had something to say each day. Just enough to say. To fill a page. Not with utter nonsense but with lyricism and…May 21, 2020May 21, 2020
Gotta Have a Smoke — (a fictitious monologue)When this whole business of the pandemic started, I was at an AA meeting. I got my three-year sobriety coin. They started telling us that…May 13, 2020May 13, 2020