“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
— Maya Angelou

In Bloom

The Bangalore Review

The azaleas died every winter, and every spring Asha would extract the brittle bushes and plant a new set in the same bed. Her husband, Ravi, thought it was foolish. The earth needed to be left barren for a year or two, he’d argued. But Asha had read gardening blogs and even asked the advice of the garden supply center’s staff, who told her to test the pH of the soil. It fell in the normal range, so the next step was to pick another spot and try again.

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A Beautiful Stain

Wanderlust and Lipstick

The first expensive purse I purchased was a Marc by Marc Jacobs cream-colored satchel. It was spacious and practical inside—lots of zippers and compartments to organize my crap into—and gorgeous and luxurious on the outside, made of supple, delicate leather like I’d never before owned. For the first few weeks after I purchased it, I rarely took it out of the garment bag. I’m a hoarder in this way, overly precious about breaking in new items and consequently, stuck with a closet full of things I’ve purchased and have yet to use. Always, I’m waiting for the right time—a special occasion.

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Shake Hands and Kiss


The humidity was unbearable, even though the sun had gone down three hours ago and it was only late March. Outside his uncle’s house in India once again—the humble flat with only two bedrooms to fit all four of his children, at least the living room was large enough to accommodate guests—Abhay sat with Ela on the wooden porch swing that creaked as they swung back and forth. The metal must’ve grown rusty over the years; when he had swung on it the last time he visited—he was eight years old—it had moved smoothly and without protest. Beside him, Ela was relatively subdued as seemed to be her most common disposition, but the night wasn’t quiet.

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Sand Canyon Review

The sun had fallen, disappearing behind the horizon and leaving the kitchen sleepy and dim.  Ami had been sitting there awhile, grading a stack of Lord of the Flies essays analyzing instinct versus order—a mind-numbing topic when put in the hands of 100 tenth graders.  It was nearly seven and the darkness reminded her that she’d promised dinner tonight, a task that usually fell within Tim’s domain, but he was working late—mandatory drinks.  Lawyers had different ways of earning promotions, traditional work hard/get promoted rules be damned.

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