Ed’s note about this essay – In this essay Hema used a well placed hook and a familiar (to most), everyday setting to draw us in quickly and set the… Read more »
…is lonely. Days and nights meld together between its insulating walls. Ghosts of your past life haunt you. They torture you with glimpses of the time before you started living… Read more »
Car for sale – A steel grey, 2007 Camry. The first time I stepped into this car, I was a new bride, far from home. My husband held my henna-ed… Read more »
I’m standing at the edge, fidgeting with thoughts of jumping and turning back. Winds of change whoosh around me, threatening to push me. But I know they cannot. Falling is… Read more »
I still remember the gush of cool air on my face and the smoky smell of burning charcoal as the train shunted off. The platform slid out of sight giving way to open rail yards strewn with gigantic metal beams. The city would make a brief appearance before melting into acres of green farmland interspersed with little towns from where kids would wave to us as the train sped past them.