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@rumlolarum
Teacher, writer, potato. Email: [email protected]
I am so glad I saved this to read until now. Magic, magic and some more magic is what @rumlolarum does. Do yourself a favour and go read this. thelocavore.in/2025/07/04/dri…
Read ‘Drinking Fish, Pinching Crabs’ by Vijeta Kumar (@rumlolarum) , in which she writes on the numerous pleasures of eating fish, feeding fish, and some horror stories of navigating school lunches. The link is in our bio. Read on: thelocavore.in/2025/07/04/dri… #PersonalEssay (3/3)
Basically I occasionally come to X just to read, umm should I say eat @rumlolarum 's delicious writing.
i walk fish i talk fish i eat fish i smell fish i live fish i love fish. I wrote about eating fish for @TheLocavoreIn. Read maadi, maakale. thelocavore.in/2025/07/04/dri…
i walk fish i talk fish i eat fish i smell fish i live fish i love fish. I wrote about eating fish for @TheLocavoreIn. Read maadi, maakale. thelocavore.in/2025/07/04/dri…
“Somehow the writing doesn’t seem to matter much now.” I was shocked but I managed to ask: “What does then?” “The teaching,” she said. “That mattered then, it matters still.” hindustantimes.com/cities/mumbai-…
Sometimes it’s deeply sexy to not make any response to hostility. Lessons from Akram, Dept Qtpie❤️
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A spider's reaction when it sees itself infront of a mirror
Good morning makkale! I am looking for some reading material on the Oleander tree. Any history, poetry, literature, mentions in fiction (have already caught Siddalingaiah's memoir), not too jargony if you can avoid it. Please share maadi. Thanks in advance :)
I seem to get more than the ordinary satisfaction out of food, for example—any old food. An egg sandwich from one of these grimy food vans on Washington Square has the genuine power to turn my day around. Zadie Smith on joy :) nybooks.com/articles/2013/…
Because that’s what it was like before the Internet. You made your own fun. ♦ newyorker.com/magazine/2017/…
