A short story about not finding my brothers.
Saturday, January 21st, 2006“Come on, mister, you buy purse very cheap” said one of the two little boys who was following me.
“I’ve already been through this speech kid,” I replied, “I didn’t buy a purse from Jitesh either.”
The boys stopped in apparent recognition of the name. They said something in Hindi which contained the name “Jitesh.”
We were standing […]
