Updated: Mar 24
hosts: Shalini Pattabiraman & Shobhana Kumar
Some additional links to his ideas on craft. This is a three part interview series featured on Café Haiku.
The book market next to Flora Fountain in Mumbai is a drop of sunny silence in this grim grey city. While the world races past in a blur of heat and smoke, the yellowed pages of volumes stacked in teetering rows under a crinkly tarp, await their next lover.
Today, I spend hours browsing through them with an unabashed hunger. Each time I pick up a book and wake it from its dusty siesta, I wonder about the hands that caressed its spines, scribbled in its margins, or pressed a dry leaf between its pages. I imagine stories, not of the characters who the writer introduces in long tortuous sentences, but of an old man, who peered at these words from behind thick glasses or the young girl who liked to hold the book close to her heart while drifting off to sleep.
I think of the lives, lost forever as the ink fades and the seams break apart.
window moon . . . the deep red of a hooker's lips
For the prompt this week, pick a location that allows you to meander from the known into the unknown.
Jeff Streeby does a close reading of this haibun. Do give it a read. Here's a link:
To discover more of his work, here is a list of his acclaimed books and his social media handles.
Instagram - @paresh.writes
Twitter - @paresh_writes
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