Silence. Eloquence. Everything in between.
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…