Kites

In responding to your question about whether we turn to Hinduism in times of crisis, my mind lingered on Nayan, of all people, who I spotted across Patan square some hours after the 7.2 was over.

With Lemons and Pilfered Honeycomb

while she re-lives secrets: wedging a chair beneath the door handle, stealing offerings of orange slices out of Lord Shiva’s hand, tugging the gold watch from the dead man’s wrist, shielding her face from the everyday this-and-that.