One could call it a house in the woods. Except, these weren’t the woods. If you parted the trees, you could see the hills, their tips sharp as spindles. Flax clouds. Snow. We were in a mountain town. We were in a house that doubled up as a hotel. Right at that moment—and this is… Continue reading Interfaith Romance, Identity and Coming-of-Age Stories of Women in India – An Excerpt from Like Being Alive Twice
Interfaith Romance, Identity and Coming-of-Age Stories of Women in India – An Excerpt from Like Being Alive Twice