Category: Rituals
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The Making of Memories
“I don’t have a family.” Ammu looks glum as she sits beside her appa, her knees drawn to her chest. I am feeding Laddu across the room. My ears perk up but I do not turn, waiting instead to hear what propelled that comment. I hear Saathi’s voice, a hint of amusement in it. “What…
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Scripted lives
I stand on the wooden steps that lead away from the kitchen into the garage, holding out pretty backpacks with swirls of color. A heart blinks on one and a butterfly on another. The twins turn their backs to me so I can help them with their bags. I stand as they leave, their rain coats…