Point
started wi
or smell the earth, or write poetry. No.
relenting-like a trut
d over a flooded curb, careful not to slip. My old san
I could afford after my shift at the café. With the other, I tried
e neighborhood kids playing cricket with a broken bat
'll catch a cold!" I
ike that was a valid excuse. I didn't argue. W
ed walls and rusted iron railings a "building." We lived on the second floor. No lift, of
, a wave of warmth and turme
out, shutting the
room!" came
lked in to find him lying on the t
I asked, dropping the
aid, eyes glued to some
o grown up for his age. Just like I had been whe
itual on days like this. Two cups-more milk than tea, a
beside him on the mattress,
ults tomorro
k I did okay. Math
hat and end up ge
time," h
he pressed his lips together. He was hidi
an whirred above us, loud enough to dro
lord come?" I
ng. He asked
did yo
u'd talk
e. I alw
st for a small firm in the evenings, and tutoring a fifth-grader on we
omeday we'll live in a place with rea
idge that doesn't buz
d a sofa that doesn
ond, it was enough. That laug
turning serious again.
le fal
time," I
driver took away our parents and left behind a girl who had to grow
heir voices anymore
ainst the sting in my eyes.
, right? Yo
ys I just remember the s
s head on my shoulder. "You'r
s sweet of you. But the rice bag burst on the way home
d. "Still
ded me why I fought so hard. Why I stayed up at night crunc
ds. Just peace. Dignity. A life where I didn
er to the window. Rain still pounded the s
ad an intervi
it. Some temp agency had set it up, and the onl
y best kurta, tie my hair back tight, and pretend like m
nty," I said o
chapatis tonight
y heart pinched. "Y
mean
meant ski
ked like in our world-not gr
I've got you. That evening, the rain kep
ner in the dim glow of candlelight after the power cut-a
e, I held onto hope. Tomorrow