Does your pichal pairi have a guitar-slinging boyfriend?
IN SADIA KHATRI’Sshort story The City of Mitr, there are no chaar deevari, no constricting corners, no ceilings. Instead: “a thousand circles overlapping, interweaving, sparkling in their stacked orbits, an intricate geometry… a miracle of light.” On the long night of Shab-e-Yalda, “the...
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