THE CONVOLUTED JALEBI

She looked in the mirror. Her face puckered and tears started rolling down her sunscreen-applied cheeks. She noticed she was crying. Like...

I can hear my mother meddle with the vegetables to prepare something for my father. I’m trying to make sense of my writing. I’m trying to...

She saw herself smiling in her reflection on the painting in front of her. Goddess Saraswathi sat cross legged totally in sync with the...

John Mayer’s track “Gravity” plays in the background. She’s an innate optimist. When Mayer sings “Oh, twice as much ain’t twice as good”,...

She wanted to write in first person. But she doesn't ever put herself first, so she always writes in second person. She is listening to a...

The stare was really confusing. I'll show you why it was confusing. The eyeballs were loaded with disgust yet they popped out like they...

A wolf she saw. But it was a dog. She's telling again. She must show. She was on her regular sprint to finish her ten thousand steps and...

There was this beautiful cow. Aye. wait. As a writer I’m supposed to show and not tell. I’m telling you that the cow was beautiful. Let...

It is a heartwarming and extraordinary feeling for a millennial to see her mother and her school friends who graduated their 10th grade...

One particular morning, the priest got up with a nightmare. His dream during the early morning revealed that his secret would be exposed...

1) Our traditional and liberal selves can coexist. Sometimes, they will tear each other apart but gently remind them to live and let...