Leopard Sightings

Leopard Sightings

Mother is not home when I arrive, even though I had called ahead of time. It has been three years. The distance has turned me into a tourist in my own backyard. I take the lane that zigzags through our village, hugging the houses in the most haphazard way. Nothing...
Hungry Ancestors

Hungry Ancestors

Every year, on the heels of monsoons, when the mountains are freshly washed and our valley is exuberant with green, the ancestors arrive. Even before I open my eyes, my body wakes to my grandmother Beji’s cooking. At five years old, I’m more hers than Ma’s. Since...