Tuesday, February 16, 2010


Ramanuja might have been watching pigeons the entire time. "We are thinking of going to London," he said softly. He wore a hospital gown. He was sitting up in bed with his hands cupped together lightly on his blanketed lap. Dehydration quenched, he appeared more energetic and fully alive. Almost absently, he asked a question. "Did something happen?"

Thursday, February 4, 2010

30 April, in the Times

(Along with a few other stories describing the run of the mill gangster assassinations, is this story.)