Indira Ganesan

Writing, books, and coffee


Another circle, another fan

This time in my aunt’s house, in Chennai.  Can time be measured in circling ceiling fans, beating back the heat?  In the afternoons, perhaps, but mornings, papers rustle, the breeze cool.  It’s been almost ten years since I’ve been here last.  The family has gotten smaller, and grief leaks.  My father; my uncle.  Meals are served, the rustling papers read.  Outrage over the news.  Could not a million be spent than […]

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There are many ways to jolt a a creative stasis.  Last week, I took a photography class taught by photographer and writer, Joanne Dugan .  In an imitimate class of six students, we took photographs for assignment and wrote corresponding text.  Such a simple preocess, yet the effects were startling.  My fellow students photographed and told stories about children, street signs, the erosion of the Herring Cove parking lot, inanimate oddities […]

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