I soak the knife and the long blade in the hot boiling water, I count till 30, slowly, like Baba had told me to do – he said that boiling water can kill germs, and if I forget to count or count wrong, then the children will get infected. Then I count 10 more just …
The silverware glistened in the golden light from the elaborate chandelier that hung from the ceiling. She looked up to admire the sixteenth century painting that was beyond the light. A slow breeze from the sea side, and the waiter rushed to hand her a pashmina, which she really wouldn’t have needed if she hadn’t …
She had first seen him at the other end of Father Flanagan’s at Boatquay. Decidedly determined to nurse nothing but a cola in his elegant hands, his eyes shone like dark embers with sharpness and clarity in a room full of slithering slobs. Though dressed casually in dark gray and black, at six foot two …
Today morning, I woke up to the unusually loud cries of Tweety. Tweety is a fellow resident in my apartment building and has her nest just outside my bedroom. Because she reminds me of Tweety in Jamba’s ringtone ad and because I am rather unimaginative when it comes to christening birds, shes called Tweety. Tweety …