Sublime

If she dies tomorrow, she’ll still have added this one small thing to what life has come to know about itself.

She will relocate her love for him like a spider from her house, gently.

You knew, from then on, that the world was a smaller place than you’d expected.

to know that she connects a future unknowable to her parents with a past unknowable to her child.

sumbisori.

Leni saw Mama softening, reshaping her needs to match his, imagining this new personality: Alaskan.

Eventually I would become adept, like all children raised with more than one language, at code-switching, knowing instinctively when to use Gujarati and when to use English. Meanwhile Mrs. Maclean acquired pani, bhukh, haa, naa.

And this flight—he had always known it was to be made, and that he would make it. This was a corner of existence he had known was there, but until now had not been able to reach; at present, having discovered it, he also knew he would be able to find his way back another time. Something was being completed; there would be less room for fear.

like her child in a playpen in a distant part of the house, occupying her heart but not threatening to interrupt her dinner party,