Prasad Modak's Blog

It happens more often than we admit. Two people meet in a meeting room, at a conference, over dinner, in an airport lounge, on a

The other morning, I had an unusual visitor. He did not arrive in a chauffeur-driven car, though he could certainly afford one. He did not

“Frankly speaking,” my Professor friend said, lighting his cigar, “is one of the least trustworthy openings in the English language.” We were sitting in his

Estate sales are strange affairs. A house is opened to strangers, its cupboards inspected, its drawers pulled out, its books handled, its porcelain turned upside

“Professor,” I asked, “how often should one meet close friends?” He looked at me as if I had asked him how often one should service

I have often wondered whether writers truly choose places, or whether places quietly choose writers. We speak endlessly about writing habits, routines and rituals, discussing