It’s the biggest, weirdest story ever. I think I’m glad that I’m around to live through it. So far, my income hasn’t dried up; my house hasn’t been repossessed and the fridge is still well-stocked. So far.
by savita iyer
Posted: April 16, 2008 The milk came in perfect tetrapacked slabs. The butter was a flawless paper brick. My mother loved the neat smallness of the hotel-sized...
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by savita iyer
Posted: April 15, 2008 We had been living in Mysore, a small city in southern India, for about six months. We had adjusted to the rhythm of life there...
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