Nuzhat Biswas

The old man and the labyrinth of books

But what do you gain by giving? It teetered, the question, like a teacup on legs performing a balancing act, on the tip of my tongue, but—to my credit, to my utmost credit—I did not say it. Instead, I asked, gesturing to the brilliantly untidy pile of books, “Why give these away? And at so low a price?”

7y ago

The bittersweet magic of “Spirited Away”

I was nine, perhaps eight. In a darkened room where a small television set glowed and sang, I trembled with the knowledge that I was the only person who had ever felt these things. That isn't entirely true, of course, but in my imagination, it had seemed just as good.

7y ago

An unlikely find

A medieval French village in Malaysia

7y ago

There will come soft rains

It begins with a listless thought, brushed aside. What does a heartbeat sound like, you wonder. Brush, aside.

7y ago
November 17, 2017
November 17, 2017

The old man and the labyrinth of books

But what do you gain by giving? It teetered, the question, like a teacup on legs performing a balancing act, on the tip of my tongue, but—to my credit, to my utmost credit—I did not say it. Instead, I asked, gesturing to the brilliantly untidy pile of books, “Why give these away? And at so low a price?”

October 27, 2017
October 27, 2017

The bittersweet magic of “Spirited Away”

I was nine, perhaps eight. In a darkened room where a small television set glowed and sang, I trembled with the knowledge that I was the only person who had ever felt these things. That isn't entirely true, of course, but in my imagination, it had seemed just as good.

September 8, 2017
September 8, 2017

An unlikely find

A medieval French village in Malaysia

April 14, 2017
April 14, 2017

There will come soft rains

It begins with a listless thought, brushed aside. What does a heartbeat sound like, you wonder. Brush, aside.