Note sull'episodio
I started writing to Piyush.
Not calling — we still called, occasionally, the Sunday rhythms Saloni had long ago established having extended, somewhere in the year, into my own practice, so that it was as often me who dialled as her. But the calls were the calls, and this was a different thing. I started writing to him. Actual letters, on actual paper, folded into actual envelopes and carried to the post office near the market and sent the slow physical way across the country, because I had been writing in notebooks for the better part of a year and the habit of the hand had developed into something that felt, to me, more accurate than the keyboard. There are things the hand knows that the thumb does not. A letter written by hand cannot be edited into dishonesty; you commit, you cross...
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