No Rhododendron Quotes

“...Do things become ghosts once we stop calling them by their names? And what of the disappearing tongue, the one we never learnt?

In my studio, I sit cross-legged on the cusion by the window. The wind fills the sky with pine needles, dead catalpa leaves...

When Houdini makes a pigeon disappear inside his mouth and spits out the feathers, how much sky does he swallow?”
― Samyak Shertok, No Rhododendron: Poems