Though they would probably never admit to agreeing on anything if they were to meet, the Hindu fascist in New Delhi and the diasporic Muslim in Baltimore had made the same assumption.
A piece of fruit killing that guy seems cosmically right.
Just sheer, dumb luck had seen us through the summer storms and the monsoon’s power fluctuations without a major disaster.
In the grocery store, sometimes I feel very conscious of the length of my short dress, or whom I have gone with.
“A party,” I thought.
A roti? Of course a roti.
I told her I hate it, so she told me she hates me but still puts up with me because life isn’t fair.
The skilled roadside vendors of New Delhi are very mobile, and not by choice.
Death and life in Dubai’s vegetable market.