When I was a little girl living in Calcutta, I learnt how to make paper boats. I suppose it was one of those things you pick up as a child. You become adept at making boats and aeroplanes from notebook paper in-between classes. My fascination with making “art” out of paper extended to the point where I became slightly obsessed with origami at some point. I suppose the fleeting nature of such art attracted me greatly. Just like one becomes enamoured with the short-lived rose.
Nowadays, I play with words in the hope that they will last beyond the page. Beyond the reading. And perhaps, beyond me.
My poem, “Paperboat Promises,” was published in The Montucky Review today. You can read it here.