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  • And the Rains Came

    There was a crack in the corner of the house. It’s length matched a forearm at this point, deep enough to show the mud bricks underneath. It wound it’s way up under one of the bedroom windows, a sorry sight from the road. Kshitij, a dutiful nephew in law, offered to patch it for months.… Continue reading

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  • A Walk to Say Goodbye

    “And what do you expect me to do with it? Travel to town every morning just to get ‘Good Morning’ text?” The dirt road wasn’t the short one to the highway – the children would be taking that to get to the school bus in mere days. It was the long one, that wrapped through… Continue reading

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  • Knives

    It was… would be… another quiet day in the house. The Dishes – the dish – from what was more properly described as “Lunch” was washed. Mina stared at the loom. She really. Really. did not feel like sitting in front of it today. The radio had been warning of “farmer protests” for – what… Continue reading

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  • On Loan

    “Missus Mina Rupaka Bhramana, formerly Miss Mina Rupaka Jadia?” The postman’s bicycle leaned against the wall of her house. “Y- yes?” “Good – Ishaan though it must be you at the post office  – though – well, it’s not too long until Mr. Bhramana will be back, is it?” “At some point they’ll force him… Continue reading

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  • Too Many Facts About Sardari

    Sardari was born in the East India Company Territory of Bengal about 1770. Vaishya caste. Looks late 20s maybe, save for long white hair If she had been born in a slightly different place and time, she would have been identified as a Dijinn. As it was, she was labeled as a reincarnation of a… Continue reading

  • Too Many Facts About Mina

    Mina was born during the reign of Shah Jahan – That is, about the era the Taj Mahal was built (1632 – 1643). No, she had nothing to do with it whatsoever. Mina was sold by her parents under the expectation she would become a devadasi (that’s the modern name) – a temple prostitute. She… Continue reading

  • Noncompetitive

    Staying Gray “You should dye your hair. You should let me dye your hair.” It was an odd day that Mina had any guests, but things had boiled over at her niece’s on Wednesday. Thus, Usha was hustled a few doors down as the sun set. So there was a little more to prepare for breakfast… Continue reading

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  • Putting on a Mask

    She was trained to be a Mongolian contortionist by the best – and far too early in her career, had suffered injury that kept her from performing. She then coached for a few years, trying to find new students in an adopted country, and in the free time trying to help rebuild the missing historical… Continue reading

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