My name is Lena. And the half-decapitated bleeding dog lying next to me was dead.
It was a beautiful accident that brought me to earth. Okay, I realize I may not be a rare case, considering the lack of safe sexual practices, both in the Middle East and South Asia. I was born to Sri Lankan and Iranian parents, each of whom brought with them a set of ancient, stringent and orthodox principles and cultural dos and don’ts. They also managed to instill in me a sense of strong religious belief that surpassed any one God; in the case of the former, my Hindu mother, it was more the merrier! Continue reading “Beautiful Accident”
All the paths led to the same road.
The glamorous, reckless and erratic hours in an estranged land met backstage, in front of a cracked mirror, under the glare of a spotlight, without makeup, with the loneliness of the nondescript, plain Jane, mid-afternoon, hanging the washed laundry of the husband and children absent in the quiet flat. Continue reading “The green blanket”