The Silent Tree
Aarav hadn't liked the art class with the elephant. Suman Ma'am had drawn one out on paper, then cut out its outline and traced it on a bar of soap. Even though Nani had said that the elephant was Ganesha — very...
Tending Tender Things: A Short Story
Dandelion. It comes several times in my dreams. Stretching dull and brown into the horizon. An olive green stem wavers uncertainly in the wind, then straightens, its crown flat and round. It is a bud. Its enclosing leaves thrust up, delicate and...