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
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
We first met Seumpama Books at the 2015 Christmas Bazaar at 1/15 Coffee and thought they were completely mad. They have to be, why else would someone start a book studio in Jakarta when the space for books in bookstores across the city is shrinking,… Read More
The Dusty Sneakers 