AN Roy
AN Roy
Anami Narayan Roy was the Director General of Police, Maharashtra, India and the former Police Commissioner of Mumbai...
people
People always loved best what they identified most with.
memories smell posterity
Smells, like music, hold memories. She breathed deep, and bottled it up for posterity.
heart writing feet
There are things that you can't do - like writing letters to a part of yourself. To your feet or hair. Or heart.
pain taken body
Biology designed the dance. Terror timed it. Dictated the rhythm with which their bodies answered each other. As though they already knew that for each tremor of pleasure they would pay with an equal measure of pain. As though they knew that how far they went would be measured against how far they would be taken.
flower eye hair
She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent hours on the riverbank. She smoked cigarettes and had midnight swims...
beach littles loved-ones
One beach-colored. One brown. One Loved. One Loved a Little Less.
song skins world
When she listened to songs that she loved on the radio, something stirred inside her. A liquid ache spread under her skin, and she walked out of the world like a witch.
dark punishment size
Some things come with their own punishments. Like bedrooms with built-in cupboards. They would all learn more about punishments soon. That they came in different sizes. That some were so big they were like cupboards with built-in bedrooms. You could spend your whole life in them, wandering through dark shelving.
war believe marine
It's being made out that the whole point of the war was to topple the Taliban regime and liberate Afghan women from their burqas, we are being asked to believe that the U.S. marines are actually on a feminist mission.
age able dies
Old. A viable die-able age.
madness moments chinks
Madness slunk in through a chink in History. It only took a moment.
war reason altruism
Wars are never fought for altruistic reasons.
lying rage born
… he remained restrained and strangely composed. It was a composure born of extreme provocation. It stemmed from a lucidity that lies beyond rage.
kissing saws feels
He could do only one thing at a time. If he held her, he couldn't kiss her. If he kissed her, he couldn't see her. If he saw her, he couldn't feel her.