The banquet hall Kanwal stood in was reminiscent of every desi wedding and fundraiser she had ever attended. Crisp white linen at right angles, expectant silver chafing dishes along a buffet table, winking LED crystal chandeliers.
“Most mothers worry about their children being out too late partying,” Kanwal’s mother’s voice rang through her tiny apartment.
Kanwal contemplated who deserved a box of biryani to the face more; the tourists in front of her, or the seagulls above. Arms aching and out of breath, she tried to overtake the group of teenagers meandering between stalls of primrose, honey and cheese.
“Thank you,” Leen told the waitress with a genuine smile as she poured us water. “Thanks, Jane,” I said as I wiped my sweaty hands on my napkin and placed it on my lap…
They raised their eyebrows, and glanced towards each other, the thoughts obvious, a full conversation, without any words
I don’t know if you should forgive me. He doesn’t dare say it out loud, but he’s thinking it. He…
He gently laid the dried petals into the potpourri vase and swirled through them slightly. As the faint fragrance rose…
