Also on these boards
They walk to the seaside in a companionable silence. As they approach the water, they can hear the ocean pounding the rocks, and as a faint mist rises from the rocks, it kisses their faces in welcome. Maya grins, a sudden, effortless grin that reminds Bhima of the seven year old she brought back from Delhi. "The sea is talking," Maya says, and watching her granddaughter's happy, guileless face, Bhima feels hope rising in her like sea mist. (thrity umrigar, the space between us)
The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks
Falling angels ~ Told through a variety of shifting perspectives—wives and husbands, friends and lovers, masters and their servants, and a gravedigger's son this story follows the fortunes of two families in the emerging years of the twentieth century.