Monthly Archives: March 2013

Amounts…proportions… spices and a nonagenarian aunt (does one even use that word anymore?) how does one string all of those words together into a narrative? A dim lit corridor, sooty stain glass windows creating strange patterns on faces, hers and mine, especially on hers, as she walks up to greet a stranger that once wasContinue reading “A Sometimes Woman”

Negotiating a new life isn’t easy,   especially when you find yourself being driven down from the station in a jeep that raised red dust and pulled up suddenly in front of a mansion that wore the distinct look of a haunted house. Except, it had a lovely rose garden that was concealed from your viewContinue reading “Chota Amma”