of the MILKWEED AWARD
For me, he was always
holding on to himself, unwilling to reveal his secrets. For him, I was
always willing to believe the worst of people and of things...
of South Africa)
And this is how I manage to
hear the story. With so many grown-up people confronting such a crisis,
it is easy to forget there is a child in the room
The car slowed down. It was going
to turn. Pratima started to tremble and began saying the jappa prayer
in the Hills
house was full of people again, just like in the old days. Laughing, squabbling,
legends are numerous, misting into a collage of sadhus
among icy mountain streams, the world’s highest mountain...and the Beatles.
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