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Title Page

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p. iii

Copyright Page

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p. iv

Dedication

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p. v

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Acknowledgments

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pp. ix-x

I would like to thank the editors who have supported and encouraged my work through publication, especially, from way back, Matt Friedson and Jenine Gordon, and, more recently, Felicia Sullivan, Hilda Raz, and Leslie Daniels....

Table of Contents

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p. xi

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In Another World

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pp. 1-11

My sister says she is never lonely. She means inside, where the heart is, where I feel in myself a dim roar and pulse, erratic cessation and return that pours chaos into me. She says she carries her true life inside her. That violet worlds...

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The Next Corpse Collector

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pp. 12-34

My brother Anwar brings the mangled body in with my father. The red checked shirt is wet with blood, black cotton pant torn at the knees where the bones have slid through. They lay the body on the wooden bench in the courtyard, beside...

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What the Watchman Saw

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pp. 35-56

Venkatesh had been a watchman for twenty-two years on Second Cross Street in Radhakrishna Nagar when he glanced across the street and saw a flashlight flicker in the new neighbor’s house. He also heard the scuffle of feet, the muffled...

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Room Enough for the Sky

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pp. 57-71

She came into the room where the bird was and to the window where the light surged in, blue and full of the tearing brilliance of sky. She could see how the sky was coming apart, in shreds, like the paper (great lucent handfuls of blue...

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Pink Beads

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pp. 72-76

Look—pink beads, pastel and pearly pink, bright white bobbles in between, two pink, one white—look how we sit, threading our beads with fat chubby fingers, thin eight-year-old fingers, Prithika Shah and I, threading our Christmas...

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Esther

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pp. 77-111

It happens after midnight, like it has so many times before, on this night when my mother’s away in the hospital at her father’s dying bedside, and we’re alone in the Madras house, my sister and I, with Kanthi, my grandfather’s old...

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The Couple in the Park

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pp. 112-127

For three weeks now, she had watched them. From where she sat, in the steel folding- chair by the window, she could see through the partial overhang of trees to the stone bench in the Ganesha park three stories below....

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The Man on the Veranda

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pp. 128-135

He was a clerk in a government office in a small town in Tamil Nadu until he retired. When that occurred, he was a few months short of sixty and combed his graying hair horizontally across his scalp. His wife had taken to covering her head all the time, even inside the house, with the pallu of her...

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Temporary Lives

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pp. 136-153

One day my husband will die, and before he dies he will hand me a letter with my name scrawled all over it, Rose Ammal, Rose Ammal, like a poem, and it will say: forgive me, there is nothing else to ask, I must request this one Christian....

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Same Blue Sky

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pp. 154-167

I’d never thought the day would come when I would look across the leap I had made, from a crowded little town in the middle of India across continents of land and water to a sprawling suburb in Northern Virginia, and actually...

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