“What’s for dinner?“ “Indian.” “Again?” Gita raised her eyes from under her eyebrows telegraphing ‘You shouldn’t be saying such a thing’ message. I pretended I cared. Nothing wrong with wanting an occasional burger, or a pork roast. Instead, every single night Gita made something stewed, seared, mashed, and mixed; something reeking of curry and god […]
In an average city of an average country, there lived a girl. You’d be hard pressed finding someone to recall her name, so we might as well call her Blanca. If you were to describe Blanca, you might find yourself up for a challenge. Her average school, average grades, average friends, and average appearance – not […]
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