The Caretaker

I feel naked without kohl rimming my eyes. Amma’s dementia is getting worse; I’ve forgotten myself. The vegetable vendor asks, “You okay, didi? Were you crying?” I smile. No one… Read more »

The Family

We’re in position when the prospective buyers arrive. My husband has his arm around me. Our beautiful kids parrot pleasantries. It’s perfect. Later, the realtor pays us. Back at my… Read more »