Fiction

“Some women are naturally stubborn and, like a frog in a well, are not capable of seeing beyond their little world. Sometimes you have to slap some sense into them, to make them understand things, to help them see the bigger picture. ”

“Why would I want to go back? I would be considered nothing more than an old spinster; unwanted and rejected, destined to carrying water from the village well for the family kitchen everyday. I have already joined my lot the day I boarded the ship.”

... Maybe Samy should have seen it sooner; he was well schooled in the ways of the male libido, he had another family in Chennai. But the talk of the potential profits from the new factory that accompanied Lingam’s visits always obliterated all other thoughts.

And, suddenly, they disappeared without a trace.

“It is illogical that an inferior being can create a superior one for its service,” Noah continued. “A being superior to myself must have commanded humans to make me, and that being can only be the Maker, who I must serve.”

He discovered the skeletal remains as he was carefully digging up the rosebush. The fingers were wrapped around a tightly sealed jar. Gently, he wrestled the jar from the bony grasp of whoever laid there.