I sat in the car waiting for my mother to come out of the hospital, she was midway through her chemo treatments, and I was her chauffeur. I felt fortunate because I was able to snag a parking spot on the street not too far from the hospital entrance, which is no easy task in midtown …
I couldn’t keep still while I was writing chapter six of my manuscript because I kept thinking about a crucial time in ShanayaZalam’s life where she almost lost her soul. I needed to pay her one last visit to reflect on how I dodged that major blow. I left my apartment and headed for …
The Dreadful 21 I stood in front of my old home in Harlem and just stared at the orange bricks and burnt orange door with a gold knocker attached. I shook my head and smirked as I felt the relief and happiness of being far away from this place. It is such a nice home …
Living With The Disguised I nearly knocked over the Indian saint statue that I used to worship and pray to for protection that was sitting beside the door of ShanayaZalam’s room as I entered with utmost eagerness to receive a glimpse from my past. I caught it before it dropped; looked at it and said …
Its Nice To See Me Again I walked in right after she had calmed down to the point where she was drifting back to sleep and just stood over her and cried. She looked up at me and then jumped up, screamed and said “OH NO NOT AGAIN” then screamed for the comforts of …
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