Meera Jhala

Meera is thirtysomething, Indian-American, and a hard scientist.  She did her PhD at a school you have heard of, and she was a small-town college professor until she wasn't any more.  She spent a long time in first person singular, but then she met a man who made her prefer plural, so she married him.  She works in a job that can best be described as engineering.  And since she can't help writing, she writes.

Excerpts


"With the fluorescent lights dimmed, even the sickly green cinder block hallways seemed serene. In the half-darkness, the lockers were castle halls, and she really was a princess..."

--Ugly


"As my eyes traced the inverted parabola of flowers, I felt relief; I could pretend that she had never been more than a picture, and that in the years I stayed away I had lost nothing at all."

--Grandmother's Photograph




Published Pieces

    Fiction

    Microfiction

    • Breakfast, One Forty Fiction, June 20, 2011.

    • Class, One Forty Fiction, April 28, 2011.








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