After he leaves for the airportthe dust from his shoes settles on the floor. The smell......

Aajoba looked like he was lying down peacefully. Like the days we finished a lunch of......

After he leaves for the airport the dust from his shoes settles on the floor....

Tibetan refugees hang their prayer flagsRed, blue and yellowIn a string across roof topsFluttering with wafts......

“Pass me the spatula,” she presented her opened palm. The tomato puree bubbled, sending out herbaceous......

If only she had been allowed to complete her story A voice from behind...

At ten years you knew. Yet you did not. About sparrows and men and women and......

The ones I gave birth to are ten today The ones who were never meant to be...

I like pressing the calling bell in my Dida’s house. It is on the wall in......

Old woman Komboothi was probably over seventy years old. Among all the people her age in......