On a Sunday afternoon three weeks after I arrived in Bangalore, I found myself sitting in a tea house, feeling that, for the first time since I landed in India, I did not want to order masala chai. The tea house was the one in… Read More
If I was already blushing like a sakura when I untied my yukata, I am sure my face was as red as a freshly sliced tuna sashimi when I turned around and faced the breasts of a stranger. They were round with a narrow valley between them… Read More
Jika bukan karena toko buku, Dominic Jason Ward mungkin menghabiskan hari tuanya di pantai-pantai tropis dengan botol bir di tangan dan Bob Marley yang diputar tanpa henti saat matahari terbit, matahari tinggi, matahari terbenam, bulan terang, dan bulan mati. Namun, lima belas tahun sesudah memulai… Read More
Dear Toru, I didn’t think of beauty when I first saw sakura in full bloom. I thought of you instead. We were shivering in our sweaters, unprepared for the biting cold of early spring in Tokyo and exhausted after a long train ride in the… Read More
The Dusty Sneakers 