Tag Archives: Gayatri Rajan

Lifeline

Years later I’ll remember the blue nylon of the water cord, the harnesses we fastened for our teddy bears, the frayed ends we’d hold in the dark. My sister would knot the ripcord to each twin white bed, and I … Continue reading

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Ramshackle Waltz

Each morning I prop the doors of the dollhouse so it opens halfway, French doors flung into blue skies, a postcard high-rise written in pastel. I take out Mother from her bed, drop her in front of the TV. Sister … Continue reading

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