The Painting

The Painting

She could not reconcile the large oil painting hanging in the shadowed hallway of the assisted living suite with the frail woman lying on the…

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Manasil

Manasil

Your mother, unbeknownst to you, tries to reach you. With a barren heat mere inches from her scented palms, she breathes deep unthinkingly at home….

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The Saga of an Unusual Friendship

The Saga of an Unusual Friendship

We sit at the open courtyard, around a small, round table in bamboo chairs gazing out at the passing heads. The garden would gift us…

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A Long Time Burning

A Long Time Burning

I thought about torching the place; finally, just burning the house, the barn, and the field to the ground. I longed to hear the wooden…

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Narcos

Narcos

NPerhaps the blue ones would take her swimming in the cobalt waters, diving into the deep, deep ocean of oblivion, breathing water and narcotics instead…

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Maruti 800

Maruti 800

Pishi’s car had still not pulled out of the driveway. Inside the house, Baba’s door closed on us. Under the yellow porch bulb that was…

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Looking Glass

Looking Glass

They say drowning hurts.  Really, really hurts. They say it’s excruciating and scarier than you can imagine.  I suppose that makes sense, given that water…

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Cutting the Edge

Cutting the Edge

I was dressed in a ghastly shade of pink, bright and sugary, like a Popsicle. My skin reeked of sun block and bug repellant. The…

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Genny and the Leprechaun

Genny and the Leprechaun

Genevieve wanted a leprechaun. She’d never held a leprechaun. She’d never even seen one, not a real live one, but when Papa spoke and when…

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FEAR

FEAR

He was running wildly, panting for breath as his heart beat furiously like a terrified bird trying to break out of its cage. They were…

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What Is Love

What Is Love

Twenty years ago, they were madly in love. She loved him so much that she left her long-term boyfriend for him and moved to a…

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Diesel for My Soul

Diesel for My Soul

Rels meant relatives. Cooz stood for cousin. Fat was for father. This new lingo exasperated me. I bit my nails every time I heard it…

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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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