Pre-Ordered?
The doorbell rang. She crawled out of the warm quilt, yanked her hair in a quick ponytail and scrambled for slippers. Outside, in a glass vase, sat an assortment of… Read more »
Author Archives: Sara Siddiqui Chansarkar
Delusional
Dressing up for their anniversary dinner– flowing chiffon with a ruby pendant around her neck. Smoked salmon, chardonnay, his loving gaze! Doorbell interrupts the piano playing in her head. Cheeks… Read more »
Any Males?
Himalayan Hospital, Dehradun, India “Who is with Siddiqui?”, an irate voice calls out on the microphone. I flinch briefly at the absence of a respectful prefix before my father’s name…. Read more »
Little People
My husband has two 25-inch hard-cover stroller luggage bags, gray and green, splayed open on the queen guest bed. One bag is to carry clothes for his 6 feet and… Read more »
Language Love
My grandfather worked at a University in the British India. He acquired British accent and a fondness for the foreign language. My dad inherited this love for English and ensured… Read more »
His and Hers- #FeministMondays
We complain about skewed paychecks and opportunities at workplaces but ignore the inequities at home.The practice of gender discrimination starts at home and spreads its ugly tentacles to work.To me,… Read more »
The Little Thief
(This Story was first published on The Weekly Knob at Medium) “Renu, get ready! Come with me to the Big Bazaar”, Memsahib called out. An instant smile broke out on Renu’s… Read more »
Resign
Ria pulls the flying white dupatta to my hair and tilts my smudged forehead to her shoulder. Neel clutches my bare wrists as if detecting a pulse. My strong children…. Read more »
Of Festivals,Religions and Neighbors
Our faiths were miles apart but our houses shared walls. Our little residential colony –housing provided by the Indian Institute of Technology, India, my dad’s employer—was a potpourri of prominent… Read more »
I will never know
She circled tirelessly, hauling in grass and mud. I quietly watched it grow. Every day, when she was out, I picked up the strewn grass and scraped the sticky droppings… Read more »