Sublime

bucolic

Nobody had warned her of this as a girl, when they carried on over her beautiful light complexion. How easily her skin would wear the mark of an angry man.

surfeited

epistolary level.

In Paris, Faruq had expounded an idea that marriage could be a kind of romantic limitation, though not the province of romance itself.

For the hyphenated

and back in Pakistan with my folks, visiting their various siblings and their families. One afternoon, when we were over at Ayesha and Huma’s house for tea, the girls persuaded me to play Ken to their respective Barbies in the living room. Huma was ten. Ayesha was seven. The play veered, perhaps inevitably, into the question of marriage. Would my K