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Richard Whittaker Pavithra Mehta has an uncommon gift with language. Her writings bring the substance of her experience to vivid life in ways we recognize (if not in particular, then in essence) so well we're made not only glad, but grateful. read more
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The trick then, is to train your senses like an animal's. To become increasingly aware of, and responsive to, all the unearned pleasures lying in great swaths around you: the quid for which there is no quo...
It has come to my attention recently that, inside of me, is a woman who believes she is running late. Who is she? How long has she been there? And late for what?...
One of those beings who it is difficult to describe pleasantly. Overpowering, off-putting, unshapely. And yet in the right context, with the right collaborators, her essence transmutes her edges into something altogether irreplaceable...
Either way, I am here now with Neha under the Coral Jasmine tree. When it rains at night, this tree pours. And it is monsoon season now. So the ground beneath the tree is carpeted in white and orange, with drifts of blossoms so deep they can be gathered by the careful-not-to-crush fistful...
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