two parts, a short narrative of running away and losing everything and getting lost forever titled Kidnapper, followed by a short note on the debate of Tolstoy v. Dostoevsky "If I wish to change the world, I will read Tolstoy. But when the world still gives away after every change, I will read Dostoevsky."
- iii , 3801 N.’ Pasatiempo Place Tucson, Arizona 85705 U.S.A. 4 March 1984 My dearest Daddy, Just for no reason at all, I mean no special reason, but I just wanted to write. Sheila Dhar came to visit me here in Tucson, and Pavan came a day later. we had a marvellous time listening to tapes of her ragas (she is singing beautifully, better than ever before) and cooking and talking. She made a wonderful Gujarati karhi, and I thought of Mummy when she used to make karhi on Sundays in Srinagar. A...
A Call I close my eyes. It doesn't leave me, the cold moon of Kashmir which breaks into my house and steals my parents’ love. I open my hands: empty, empty. This cry is foreign. "When will you come home?" Father asks, then asks again. The ocean moves into the wires. I shout, "Are you all happy?" The line goes dead. The waters leave the wires. The sea is quiet, and over it the cold, full moon of Kashmir. 54
at first a poem about imminent death, then a statement declaring that one should "write in free verse to subvert western civilization and write in formal verse to save oneself from western civilization," then a poem describing the images of temples and mosques as they are reflected in a lake