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...
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...
