High
"I’m enraged. Her high-pitched voice. Her false smile. I can tell she wants me to do something but I don’t know what." Fiction.
Student Work: Advanced Writing Course
Don’t Cry Over Spilled Espresso
"London’s face, with its quiet desperation wholly translated, pixel by pixel, appears on the viewfinder." Fiction.
Our Secret Cinema
"If the secret was out, if the Iranian religious police found your satellite dish on the roof, the shiny silver metal protruding outward into the open sky, you were in trouble."
The Red Coat
"You have to look for me to care about me. And she is looking." A story in twelve parts.
The Search For Anything Frosted
"What had been a quiet and calm stretch of the city became a blur of loud red, green, and yellow." A foodie's journey through Chinatown.
Life in the Movies
My mother claims that the first movie I ever watched was Disney’s The Jungle Book, and that might very well be true. The old VHS tape is still in her cabinet, and there are even pictures of my father …
Ceci N’est Pas Un Garçon
“Raj, my friend, beckon me to your saffron-tinged fringe and tell me a tale.”
