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I remember the night my mother was stung by a scorpion. I remember the night my mother was stung by a scorpion.
All shit came loose… All shit came loose…
It is a hot day, a sultry sun sinking its fingernails of heat into the back of one’s neck It is a hot day, a sultry sun sinking its fingernails of heat into the back of o...
My father’s family belongs to a fiercely self-reliant caste of farmers. My father’s family belongs to a fiercely self-reliant caste of farmers.
Salomi while playing in the room looked up to see the black hen settle comfortably on the grinding s... Salomi while playing in the room looked up to see the black hen settle comfortab...
Some stories were waiting to happen. Dastaan looks at the chopsticks resting in her hand… Some stories were waiting to happen. Dastaan looks at the chopsticks resting in ...
Do we find ourselves in stories or do we walk into them, bruising our souls against the unexpected? Do we find ourselves in stories or do we walk into them, bruising our souls agai...