pass me a chomchom, or make it three.
no one other than my parents and grandparents perhaps loved me the way she did when i was two and...
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Tag: mishti
when you don’t know how to make mishti
it’s astonishing what can happen when memories do their thing.
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fifth day of spring : a story
the idols were lined up on the narrow ledge under the tall windows in the corner room. the ledge...
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on seeing facebook and remembering my grandmother
there was no facebook in my grandmother’s time. when she made batches of a hundred pantuas,...
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