A humble tribute to my favorite ghazal singer #JagjitSingh, on his birthday today.
This week’s brunch will begin with a wound. It is best to eat the bitter dishes first so that the rest of the meal can be enjoyed in peace. This post is almost as if the universe were telling me, “Watch, notice. This is what happens when the spirit is wounded. This is the effect, take heed, beware!” Dish #1:… Read more »
Love He calls me Ragini. I’m not just an inanimate flute to him. I come to life in his hands. I breathe with his breath and sing to the music in his soul.. matching him… beat for beat, rhythm for rhythm. I desire nothing but to belong to him- to draw my life from his lips. Hate There are times… Read more »