Letters to Mussoorie
I wipe a layer of dust off a large wooden box in the attic. It creaks as I open it. A dim light bulb hanging from the roof illuminates its… Read more »
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Potatoes Grow in Dirt
Mrs. Miller tripped on a shoe as soon as she entered her house. She already knew what she would find in the hall as she walked around the minefield of… Read more »
The Salesman
Here’s what the editors had to say about ‘The Salesman’ Hema did an excellent job of showing, rather than telling in this piece. She demonstrated the age of the salesman… Read more »
Senses of Love
A calm overcame me, a serenity that kneeling before God in a little temple on the hills brings. His eyes were pools of cool water to a thirsty traveler walking through the desert. His sweaty, tanned skin probably tasted like sea-salt chocolate truffles.
The Moon Bazaar
As she neared the bazaar, the brightness almost fooled her into happy thoughts. She could smell the warm notes of cardamom and incense mixed with the acrid stench of moonshine from the bordello.
9 years later
I’m not sure if it was the sleepless nights or the exhaustion, but I was feeling morose. How mundane this day had become! Where was the romance?
Home
If this isn’t bliss, I don’t know what is. If there is a wicked witch who can turn the world into stone, I want her to come now. This is the moment I want to be frozen in forever.
Malignant
She first felt a low ringing in her ears when Esmeralda made an entrance with her goat, Djali. Was it the magic of Hugo’s writing or the light summer breeze playing with the wind chimes? So strange!
Sisterhood of Semolina Cakes
In India, in the 80s, finding something like condensed milk or baking powder was akin to finding water on Mars.
