IV. Janmasthami: The Metabolism of a Woman

During the interval between my recruitment for the health test and removing my shoes and socks for the outer-space-metabolism-machine, I spoke with the girl in Hindi. “You speak Hindi!” she exclaimed. (A cultural… Continue reading →

III. Misunderstanding?

I was late! What would Dasrath think? Had he and his family already left for the festival without me? My chores that evening in Hazrat Ganj took longer than expected. To ensure the… Continue reading →