Having two eyes prevents us from simplifying things, from seeing everything around us two-dimensionally. I guess you could say that seeing through two eyes is what makes us human.
Animals are strangely perceptive—in their instinct to survive, they find a home
One person’s ancestor is another person’s ghost—it’s all a matter of perspective.
We don’t know what we need because we don’t know who we are. We don’t know who we are because we don’t remember who we were.
Before I could go back to the Philippines in real life, I did so on paper, through my first novel.
Remembering Agha Shahid Ali, 12 years after his passing
Rahul Mehta and new pathways for the hyphenated writer