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“What can I do for you, Master?” Genie asked. “Make me another Genie,” Aladdin said, “for my wife.” Genie shut his eyes tight in concentration. “Ah, I see it. Cloning…. Read more »
“What can I do for you, Master?” Genie asked. “Make me another Genie,” Aladdin said, “for my wife.” Genie shut his eyes tight in concentration. “Ah, I see it. Cloning…. Read more »
My heart is beating faster than hummingbird’s as I write this. An essay very close to my heart “My Mother Becomes a person” has been included in the annual print… Read more »
The air bore a slight chill and the smell of December morning fog. I flung open the pashmina shawl that I had around my neck and wrapped it around both… Read more »
This story was published in print and online on the *82 Review 5.4. And this earned me my first Pushcart nomination for 2017: Web link: Math Problem Print Amazon: Star… Read more »
This essay first appeared in The Soliloquies Anthology 22.1: No one was allowed to peek inside Father’s beat-up blue trunk, which remained secured with an old, but shiny, brass Godrej… Read more »
Someone at work advised me to buy Airborne pills to boost my immunity during my upcoming travel to India. So, today I stopped by the corner CVS store on my… Read more »
paraded and herded like cattle scatted and pelted like street dogs counted and cooped like poultry numb and gelid they lie only thing human is a desire for a quick… Read more »
The unopened mail is a mountain. Your Contigo stands inverted on the dish rack. I can’t enact our routine. I sit in your den, slide my feet into your sheepskin… Read more »
This essay appeared on The Moon Magazine: Today is the 6th of October, my father’s birthday. He lies in the ICU at The Himalayan Hospital, Dehradun, India, in a mesh… Read more »
This poem appeared on The Sidereal Magazine’s Issue 2 One half of a boiled egg Her fuel against winter Tattered handed down books Taught her the word Barely an Inch… Read more »