Edge of Desire

Amma told us at dinner that Agnes Aunty had started baking cake again. We didn’t have calendars in the house, just an old time piece on the shelf behind God’s photos and all our old hand-me-down text books. Agnes Aunty was our season clock. We knew it was summer when mother would bring home nimboo…

Tea and Cake or Death!

Dear Tea, I know I’ve struggled with you in the past, especially during my binge coffee drinking days where I made faces at you and called you a pathetic excuse for a beverage. How did you sneak into my life and become my sense of peace? I know I don’t say it enough but your…