“And all along, what happened to that thing we had originally wanted?”

Members Only author Sameer Pandya talks with Yoojin Na about the ideal measure of novelistic time, India, layered moments in fiction, and the grace of tennis.

“I exist alone while here inside I dwell with my friends / and also with my dead”

“Words are like heartbeats: sooner or later, we will run out.”

“Sometimes, when night is deep, / I remember how red leather my heart is”

“Normally to be standing wet and naked covered in someone’s shaved hair would be disgusting. And it was.”