Happening now: the slow process of dry roasting fried ginger, garlic and onion; coriander, fenugreek, cumin and fennel seeds; curry leaves; black and green pepper; turmeric; cinnamon, and a whole array of other ingredients. It’s a comforting process making raw and roasted curry powder. The smell is wondrous. This moment, money can’t buy.
Chen stared at his reflection and gently dabbed his cheeks with rouge. He colored his lips a bright crimson, and inexpertly used eyeliner to finish his bedtime ritual. He tuned out the sniggers and whispered insults that he heard, and walked to his bunk. Roy thrice asked Chen why he dresses like a queer before he goes to bed at ...
He always shat at night — in bed, when the lights were switched on. And that always sent his mother into a pissed off frenzy that far exceeded the drama she churned up even during her most tumultuous month end periods. Ten years old and still shitting in bed; yup, that’s him. Of course, it didn’t help when his mother ...
It was the summer of ’69 and Kay was soaking in the sun, relishing how her face felt so warm and tanned. It was when she opened her eyes that her blood ran cold. She saw a handsome man named Tom (the name bubbled and surfaced up into her consciousness and presented itself clearly as newspaper print) looking melancholic as ...
Rotating those damn dials was as erotic as it gets for me. The white noise is shitty, but talking with the dead gives you a high. You gotta be careful, though. You gotta ready yourself with some of that positive energy or you’ll end up calling up some real mean fucktards that are capable of some pretty sick fuckery in ...
It’s nearly Christmas, my love; the bed that we’ve shared for many years, which was a warm cocoon of companionship, has now grown deathly cold. I felt the warmth leave your body in the night like a reluctant rogue, and I held onto my crucifix wondering what to do; and now my heart cringes with terror when I felt your ...
Once we got home, Dad said that we could choose any room we liked. So I beat Laura to the room at the corner of the north wing. We are decent kids, which is why we shook hands over it, and moved towards the kitchen. Imagine my surprise when the Hitachi 6-door fridge had cans upon cans of ice cold ...
Phoebe stretched her arms wide as if to embrace the whole scene, but found that she just couldn’t do it — it was too indescribably, fabulously, wondrously, infinitely, and fantastically fabulous! The sun shone brightly throwing lemon drops of happiness all around; the blue sky looked like it was handwoven into a classic handloom fabric straight from Sri Lanka; delicious ...
