Fiction

‘New America,’ Boulevard Magazine (issue no. 100, September 2018), first runner-up in the Boulevard Emerging Writers' Short Fiction contest and winner of the Elmore A. Willets Prize

Long before they sold curry-flavored Lays Chips at Safeway, James and Kali worried that their daughter would grow up without a homeland. They told her she had twin histories. You get two countries, they said. Most people just get one! What they didn’t tell her was that the land they lived in was actually built of cables under the sea; that its bricks were the work of scholars like James and its mortar the expatriate nostalgia of immigrants like Kali. They didn't tell her she would have to be brave enough to live in theory...

Neighbors,’ Joyland Magazine (May 2018)

They had moved to Bombay from Madison in January, after V decided to take a mid-year leave of absence from his PhD program in religious studies. Janani was thrilled to quit her own silly nonprofit job, and thrilled, too, for V. She had looked on at his work for some time now with distaste, seeing the ethical and spiritual migraines he sustained each day, the prematurely jaded advisors, the minuteness of the work and its audience.

She suggested Bombay. Janani had once wanted to be an actress; she’d auditioned some in college before discovering that parts for Indian girls, even light-skinned ones with competent breasts, are hard to come by. But in Bollywood, she stood a chance. They chose Versova because it was cheap and Janani read online that it was where the up-and-coming artists lived. They had yet to meet any.

It was, technically, temporary. They had told the university V would be back in the fall. But Bombay worked magic on people, seduced them, entranced them into staying much longer than they meant to. Something in their lives was about to change, and Janani did not intend to leave before the magic set in...