Origins Vol 4 2017: Intersections
2016 NEW LETTERS FICTION AWARD FINALIST
Gayatri's last day working for the Jhaveris began like any other. She woke in her one-room shack to the smell of stale urine and fried cumin seeds and overly fermented alcohol. Mrs. Jhaveri had a ladies' luncheon planed for the afternoon, and Gayatri arrived knowing that she would have to work late into the evening. She scraped clean the wester-style commodes, washed the previous night's dishes, and wiped windows clear of fingerprints. After lunch, while the women drank tea in the living room, Gayatri swept and chopped, waiting patiently for them to lift their legs so she could reach the space underneath their pedicured feet.
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