Shireen Pasha

For days we were sitting by the window in our tin roof hut by a grove of green green banana trees.

ceiling fan, rain, the sound of soft soft kisses

You arrive and all days turn to infinity, the walls fall apart, the sky and ocean meet, and stars appear…

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The day before Stephen Hawking left his body, I called his office for an appointment to interview him. The woman who answered the phone, presumably his Secretary said — “No, you may not have an appointment. Not now. Not ever.”

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Shireen Pasha

Shireen Pasha

Writer and filmmaker, interested in technology, consciousness and the creative process.