One Shade of Red

One Shade of Red

I walked down the broad, dirty street of the Red Light District in a daze – my first time in the midst of such evil. Little boys and girls ran around, growing up beneath their mom’s beds. While I wore conservative Indian clothing, young Indian women dressed in...
The Conspiracy of the Appliances

The Conspiracy of the Appliances

On our way to C’s house for Thanksgiving, our car broke. We had to spend the night in a hotel waiting for the tow truck. Before the end of the year, our dishwasher breathed its last, a toilet broke, a sink broke, and a tub broke. Right after the New Year, while...