My Tiered Tiffin Box

My Tiered Tiffin Box

In the late 1980s, Bombay (now Mumbai) had morphed into a rebellious teenager, the child of loving philanthropic parents but an incomplete adult, a poster-child…

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The Roofer

The Roofer

I haven’t been homeless all my life.  There was a time when I had a cozy bed to sleep in and a fine roof over…

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Voices from the dark

Voices from the dark

“Lassiwala..oy… lassiwala!” The young girl’s voice drifted down the dark, rain-washed corridor of the chawl. She stood for a moment at the door of their…

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The Gift

The Gift

The lane in front of the school was a nightmare with its worn-out tarmac, non-existent pavement and the huge buses, mud flecked cars, rickety vans,…

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THE FLY HAS NO PITY

THE FLY HAS NO PITY

Cooch Behar, West Bengal, India That week the rains came. On the morning of July 21 there was a heavy shower and a good deal…

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More Than You Know

More Than You Know

When I was nine years old, I accidentally knocked over my father’s vase. It was the last decoration his late wife bought for the house…

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The Session

The Session

The therapist’s office looked out over the park. Gold curtains framed the windows, the ends grazed oat-colored shag carpet. The room was spartan; only a…

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The Ward

The Ward

The proctology ward is quarantined.  My clothes are taken from me, and after inspection, my records and personal belongings are passed to the inside through…

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The Greek

The Greek

His narrow rib cage, emphasized by his bustier, reminded her of a twelve year old girl’s. He had wild, curly black hair and a dark…

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Long Division

Long Division

Rosaline: Without fail, I used to catch the 6:51 pm train back home. It always had just enough people in it and I would be…

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Bronx Deli

Bronx Deli

After my grandfather, Itsik Gelber, died, my grandmother, Lena, moved from the apartment she’d lived in for forty years on Bronx Park South.  Her new…

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Jack’s a Martian

Jack’s a Martian

People usually escape from their troubles into the future; they draw an imaginary line across the path of time, a line beyond which their current…

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Surviving in Michoacán

Surviving in Michoacán

“Four men got out of the van,” Carmen told Detective Ruiz who looked like he spent more time across the street at the Gorditas Doña…

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The Ears Have It

The Ears Have It

At some point, I began noticing people’s ears. One man wore tiny, square, rimless reading glasses. His long brown hair was tied in a bun,…

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The Hawk

The Hawk

Jeff Mason hung up the store phone, pleased. He’d convinced a brokerage firm downtown to hold a Hawaiian Nights event; every employee at the brokerage…

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