Em and the Big Hoom

by Jerry Pinto

Love is never enough. Madness is enough. It is complete, sufficient unto itself.

But window-shopping was tourism once upon a time. You never thought you would take any of that stuff home. You didn’t think it would belong to you. Like the Taj Mahal. You went to look at it and then you got a good shot of it running in your veins. You now had some beauty under your eyelids.’

‘The heart has its reasons .

Victories evanesce quickly enough. Failure hangs around you like a cloak and everyone is kind and pretends not to see it.

In this city, every deserted street corner conceals a crowd. It appears in a minute when something disrupts the way in which the world is wont to work.

Suicide was a crime, the only one where you could be punished for failing.