memory is shit anyway - India Rs 295, memorable the new money blonde wood book shop, the boutique salwars, the fan and pink city walls in gray florescence, the strange drinks and the "your awfully forward for a sophmore" but inside the pages only the passage on his body, but what did my suckers latch on to then? sorry arundhati.

i'm smelling bharat everywhere these days. the street festival tent. inside the wrist of the woman that grips the pole next to my head on the train. the corner of the bar. someone drinking down bidis round an unseen corner. phir bi dil hein hindustani? i imagine i read every book differently before six months ago (this is why i have given away most of my books because it as if i have not even read them and so must start over again), but the silly thing is that i bring the six months with me, so the six months is always six months from today. i see wider now, i said to him, everything is different now. i already forgot what changed though and this is why memory is shit anyway.

you have a terrible memory, kitty, no no no my memory is just for the things you shouldn't have to remember, for the placement of objects and the color of sunburns, why are you talking to me like that? what is this about? okay okay okay shhhhh let me pet you.

if forgetting is an act of violence, then i am the most violent person i know.