Some verse only ever existed as handwriting on a photograph. Those live here.
Guzarish — written on the back of a receipt, then photographed.The terrace, and the moon that keeps showing up uninvited.Safar — somewhere between two cities.Dusk in the old city — the hour when the walls start talking.After the rain, the street remembers everything.The 4 p.m. light, which is the only honest light of the day.The desk, on a night that went well.
