Sublime

The grab bag of my identity served me well in Abuja. This had always been the case, ever since childhood, except for one critical aspect of my background, the weight of which I would not appreciate until I was older: being of both Indian and Pakistani heritage.

paucity

Her visitors, looking about, often thought how like the woman herself it all was: suspended between the modern age and unplaceable time past, the laptop and mobile phone and television anachronistic, and the fading tapestries and linens in their proper place.

Belonging was something you were born into. It wasn’t something that could be earned. It had taken me far too long to recognize that.