Sublime

‘Circe,’ he cried over the water between us. His voice rang the air like struck bronze. ‘My daughter came here.’

In the first half of the decade, before the landmark 1965 act, just as Bhupendra was arriving as a student, a mere 3,355 Indians had immigrated to the United States. In the second half, as Bhanu was achieving green-card status, nearly 28,000 Indians had done the same. This eightfold increase in immigration was greater than that of any other nationa

white, arms like carved marble. Definitely she looked athletic, though too pale to be a tennis player; maybe she was a ballerina or a gymnast or even a high diver, practicing late in shadowy indoor pools, echoes and refractions, dark tile. Plunging with arched chest and pointed toes to the bottom of the pool, a silent pow, shiny black swimsuit, bub