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 akan menghabiskan hari tuanya di pantai-pantai tropis dengan botol bir di tangan dan lagu-lagu Bob Marley yang diputar tanpa henti saat matahari terbit, matahari tinggi, matahari terbenam, bulan terang, dan bulan mati. Namun, lima belas tahun… 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 