Tea with ginger

“Where is Ratna?” I asked Shakila, who sat on the top step of the small cement staircase outside of Ravi’s house. She peered at me questioning, so I asked again. “Aparna?” She suggested, and I remembered that I needed to roll my “r” slightly to correctly pronounce the name. I tried again. Shakila’s face broke … More Tea with ginger

Dilemma

Bear with me, because this story is long. It is important to me, though, because from it has come not answers, but endless questions — the kind of questions stick in the mind, and can’t be shaken. What a week it’s been. I can honestly say that this has been one of the most exhausting, … More Dilemma