Mouri was not in shape. She quickly tried to duck into a tea house – as she wasn’t dressed for a yoga session, she was sure she would be able to blend in there. She failed miserably. Ami just got in line behind her. But Mouri was too tired to run again. The two got… Continue reading

“Do… I just keep calling you Rina for now?” Biralee asked as she followed her sister to the Deli. “You don’t mind, do you?” “I guess not.” “So what do you want to know about?” “Usha… isn’t the orignal Usha.” “She isn’t. Strictly speaking, she doesn’t have to exist. Still, she’s the one with the… Continue reading

After their meeting, Biralee’s new ‘sisters’ seemed in little rush to integrate her into the larger group – she had her own life. There was some correspondence – feeling a bit lake occasionally catching up with a long lost friend by email – and a wave of recognition at the University – but everyone kept… Continue reading

“Do you want me to call you clever?” “Why, do I deserve it?” “You make me into four people to avoid the triplets’ ire. And then you fail to name one of them.” “I was thinking Bishwas.” “Too generic. Try again.” “I think Usha is too generic.” “Is it, Aishwarya, is it?” “I’m Biralee.” Mouri’s… Continue reading

“Wait. So am I a shapeshifter? Or stretchy?” “Yes. And apparently you’re supposed to call it ‘elastic’. The contortionists AND the Elastic fans get mad if you don’t.” “Get mad where?” “The internet.” “That’s where people go to get mad anyways.” “They can be mad at other people. And devour my content without a word… Continue reading