What Falls with Snow_Row of Lights_I'm a Grown Woman_Fire and Identity
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What Falls with Snow
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. As it is accumulating as quickly as predicted, I am brought back to my childhood. For any ten-year old raised before the age of internet and social media, an abundant snowfall was a winning lottery ticket. It meant a full day off from school. It meant a day of outdoor fun with siblings and friends. It meant building snow men and snow forts. It meant snowball fights. It meant Gran preparing steaming mugs of hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and placing my 2 ½ year old brother's playpen directly in front of the family room ...
Row of Lights
Twenty first centwww.onedoor.ccury Hindu families pride themselves on holding on to traditional Hindu family values and traditions while making a switchover to modern western modernity. But Aryas are an odd Hindu family. They are confused between tradition and modernity. Three generations ago, the Arya paterfamilias converted to a new Hindu reform movement that swept the subcontinent. Speaking back to Christian colonialists who had labelled Hindu religion as pagan and its rituals and beliefs as superstitions, the reformists did away with all the elaborate rituals, festivals and beliefs that marked orthodo...
I'm a Grown Woman
This is how my world will end. The sun starts to move backwards and the moon rises in the daytime. Colours will invert themselves and all speech will play itself backwards. My feet will stop touching the ground and the air will be endlessly light. Light. Leaking into my mind, staining the images forming on the backs of my eyelids. Beautiful, swirling patterns, carving themselves into flesh. Swirling. Whirling. At least this is how it always happens in my dreams. My subconscious mind leads me into a lovely restaurant: dim lighting and a 50th floor view of the city. The lights flicker out and I,...
Fire and Identity
By the time I stepped outside the leaves were on fire. Great, I thought to myself, this dream again. I sigh and walk down the now blazing street in my neighborhood. I know who I'm looking for and where they'll be. This time I ignore the flaming trees, I know they wont hurt me.She's standing in the middle of the park, long silvery hair dancing in the updrafts from the inferno that surrounds her. The heat smoke and fire don't seem to bother her or char her body. If that isn't weird enough, she's floating six inches from the ground. “Join me;” she says. I fold my arms in front of me. “No;” I tell...