The Correction
You two need to get on a treadmill, you saywe two are washing dishes, making chai facing away from youYou two are standing behind us,
You two need to get on a treadmill, you saywe two are washing dishes, making chai facing away from youYou two are standing behind us,
In the darkness, I awaken to visions of you alive, thriving among all the people, your friends especially Those I’ve only just now met in
The lid on my head is heavy, keeps me under a constant state of bringing to a boil. The comfort of this cycle is a
The creamy dessert like sauce of cardamom and almond sweep my tongue and I am sitting at my mom’s dinning table plastic table cloth and
Soft orange. Deep, silky flavors graze my tongue and fill it with sweet, roasted squash soup. Few soups have the depth of flavor. Few soups
When I was about six or seven years old, I had my first sip of coffee in my father’s hometown: Narasapur, India. It was summer
The Potomac sparkled, reflecting the early afternoon light. Crisp Autumn wind flipped my hair straight up, above my head. I silently walked the labyrinth at