Moustache, or The Man Who Never Ends
In Moustache, S. Hareesh creates a modern Indian fable, a magical, evolving story that spreads its bushy tentacles far beyond the pages of the novel. By Karan Madhok
Seated among old paintings, clocks, clothing, trinkets, and valuables, 76-year-old Hamiz Rizwi maintains a kaleidoscopic antique shop in Lucknow, revealing new stories with every glance. By Ishita Yadav
Poetry by Saoirse: ‘let us build a night on the marble edifice / of silence. Spread freshly laundered sheets / over the freckled sky and light / the twin candles of our bodies.’
In Moustache, S. Hareesh creates a modern Indian fable, a magical, evolving story that spreads its bushy tentacles far beyond the pages of the novel. By Karan Madhok
Personal Essay by Prachi Sharma: ‘My father pauses in every retelling of this tale. He wants me to see it. A man in the uniform of an Indian working for the English, in a village courtyard in the late 1920s, his face turning to one side from the force of an open palm. The villagers watching. The Daroga’s hand going to his cheek. A pigeon somewhere on the roof, taking off.’