REMAINS It was hard to find them all. Sandra furrowed her brow when she opened the door, the woman she had become was not half as lovely as the girl she had once been. I had to tell her who … Continue reading
I am standing in back of Penn Station in Manhattan, looking for a taxi with outstretched arm. A minute ago, a homeless man asked me if I needed a cab, and now he is standing three meters to the left … Continue reading
With an affectionate tip of the fictional hat to Haruki Murakami’s ‘The Kidney Shaped Stone That Moves Everyday’. For ten minutes Bikram had been leaning against the bar without being served. He’d tried waving, but hadn’t been seen, had tried … Continue reading
Sangam House was the perfect balance of quiet and conversation, solitude and community, room to grow as a writer and room to relax into new friendships. Continue reading
A place to rediscover and resurrect the writer in you. Continue reading
I am fortunate to have worked and stayed with multilingual international writers at the Sangam House Residency program. Continue reading
An oasis of stillness in which to write, reflect and grow. Continue reading
My ten weeks as a Sangam House resident were some of the happiest weeks of my life. I loved the peace and calm, running at dawn, playing with the dogs… I fell in love with my fellows and enjoyed the time we spent together. I would go back in a heartbeat. Continue reading
A time and place conjured up just to inspire the best in us. Continue reading
A quiet and fine atmosphere to work. Continue reading
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