Glass Doll
Her expression was always quite the same. A serene face, almost too serene. It was as if underneath those small smiles and tipsy eyes there laid sorrow that had now become her constant companion....
Tagged: India
What’s In A Name
Story About Oneself It was chosen for me at birth because of its unique sound and the cadence upon the lip. Shanta. Like firm instruction from a seer or an edict from a...
My Experience with the Human Gaze in India – Part Two
Short Story *Excerpt from travels in India, December 2011.* The human gaze, no matter if it is good, bad or indifferent, can be intense and enigmatic if we don’t know what is behind that...
My Experience with the Human Gaze in India – Part One
Short Story *Excerpt from travels in India, December 2011.* “Remember: wherever you go, people are always watching you.” This was an almost daily reminder in my house as a little girl; as I got...
