“I can’t believe foreigners are in our apartment!” “Won’t they think India is dirty?” Her face wrinkles in concern as
I sit on the concrete steps leading to a makeshift park. Ammu swings, a blur of green against the brown.
A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders
Catching up on the day’s events, something K said over phone caused me to choke and pause for a bit.
There were two wide eyed chatty girls moving away from home for the first time. Their daddy dears accompanied them
These days I work out of an office in Bangalore. I just love it. In some ways it feels like