"i started this year with four grandparents. now, i have three."

“just going to go check on begum sahiba,” zakir replied. the rest of the men laughed like zakir had made an actual joke.

"i found a little white moth sitting on my window sill. it was slow as a sloth and sat seriously still."

"one day we will be nothing more than loose change, clinking at the back of someone’s memory."