Zainab Ummer Farook's articles Looking Back, and Forward: The Sister Edition Today, my sister starts college. I look back at the girl she was in tenth grade, struggling with subjects she didn't like, her temper flashing at the merest mention of academics, driven to tears by a teacher who made a particularly unkind comment about her being nothing like me. Contrast that with the cheery girl […] June 19, 2018June 19, 2018 Saving Bookmark this article Bookmarked To My Baby Cousin And in the face of new worlds, each more bewildering than the last, we hold on to each other. Cling, even. We survive. We create. We live. That's all there is to this story, and all there ever will be. Of course there is death and destruction, and it will come, but first there is […] March 23, 2018March 23, 2018 Saving Bookmark this article Bookmarked Spell Bee I biteinto the word. It tastes of hot summer sunand thorny wood, stainingmy tongue a deep leafy green and leachingvowels, the consonantsleft burstinglike pink popping candy. They say it's French, butit is as much Kannada as it isof love's language for I buried it, once,in a kindergarten playground,with a half-remembered rhyme ondu dinapeddana hendathi obluladdu […] March 4, 2018March 4, 2018 Saving Bookmark this article Bookmarked An Anatomy of a Star-crossed Lover's Heart It lives. Observe, then,the first faulty scales of justicefist-sized, rusting away in cobwebbed corners of knowledge made flesh. No ledgers tally here: yearning is always mired in red – observe, now, the deep vivid warm red in this antechamber of churning dreams, flushed with furious lust, fire raging in its belly […] October 22, 2017October 23, 2017 Saving Bookmark this article Bookmarked Family Portrait Cream poolingon her now-cold tea, motherholds her ceramic tea mug gingerly,wary of the hairline fracturealong its handle, and quite used to sister's sunsigntattooed along its curve: a rather fat fish, foreverorange, grinninga slightly loopy grin and forever apart from its twin on my sister's mug. Pristine,fractureless, fewer tea stains, lagging behind twenty eight years' worth […] August 4, 2017August 5, 2017 Saving Bookmark this article Bookmarked
Looking Back, and Forward: The Sister Edition Today, my sister starts college. I look back at the girl she was in tenth grade, struggling with subjects she didn't like, her temper flashing at the merest mention of academics, driven to tears by a teacher who made a particularly unkind comment about her being nothing like me. Contrast that with the cheery girl […] June 19, 2018June 19, 2018 Saving Bookmark this article Bookmarked
To My Baby Cousin And in the face of new worlds, each more bewildering than the last, we hold on to each other. Cling, even. We survive. We create. We live. That's all there is to this story, and all there ever will be. Of course there is death and destruction, and it will come, but first there is […] March 23, 2018March 23, 2018 Saving Bookmark this article Bookmarked
Spell Bee I biteinto the word. It tastes of hot summer sunand thorny wood, stainingmy tongue a deep leafy green and leachingvowels, the consonantsleft burstinglike pink popping candy. They say it's French, butit is as much Kannada as it isof love's language for I buried it, once,in a kindergarten playground,with a half-remembered rhyme ondu dinapeddana hendathi obluladdu […] March 4, 2018March 4, 2018 Saving Bookmark this article Bookmarked
An Anatomy of a Star-crossed Lover's Heart It lives. Observe, then,the first faulty scales of justicefist-sized, rusting away in cobwebbed corners of knowledge made flesh. No ledgers tally here: yearning is always mired in red – observe, now, the deep vivid warm red in this antechamber of churning dreams, flushed with furious lust, fire raging in its belly […] October 22, 2017October 23, 2017 Saving Bookmark this article Bookmarked
Family Portrait Cream poolingon her now-cold tea, motherholds her ceramic tea mug gingerly,wary of the hairline fracturealong its handle, and quite used to sister's sunsigntattooed along its curve: a rather fat fish, foreverorange, grinninga slightly loopy grin and forever apart from its twin on my sister's mug. Pristine,fractureless, fewer tea stains, lagging behind twenty eight years' worth […] August 4, 2017August 5, 2017 Saving Bookmark this article Bookmarked
