My Grandmother’s Kitchen


My Grandmother’s Kitchen The numb stone floor thuds against my shoe As my fingers graze the stained wood-mix worktops. I can see Mum searching for plastic bags In the shed that I used to play in. Triumphant, she comes in clutching An array of cobalt, green and white. “We will be leaving soon,” she says,…Read more My Grandmother’s Kitchen

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Sonali


I see Malli standing at the water’s edge Mouth open in shock as the foam of the waves attacks his soles His arms tight around his chest. Nikhil is seated in the sand. An eagerly dug hole holds him prisoner. Golden grains Trap his tanned arms. He looks up at his brother, who’s accusing the…Read more Sonali