A short note on the particular quiet that comes before a book has a name — something new is taking shape.
Read more →A poem written as background to What Meera Never Sent — on the patience of a promise that was never withdrawn, only left waiting.
Read more →A poem written as background to The Copper Water — fishermen going out before dawn, coming back with nothing, and going again anyway.
Read more →On setting a mystery in a landscape that keeps its own secrets, and why Kerala's waterways ended up shaping the plot as much as any character did.
Read more →What years of moving between countries taught me about the words that go unsaid between fathers and children — and how that became the spine of What Meera Never Sent.
Read more →A short essay on returning, however briefly, to the village that still shows up in every book I write — and what stays the same when everything else has changed.
Read more →The Copper Water has gone out to its first advance readers — a note on what that means, and how to be one of them.
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