“Will you tell these stories in your papers?” Amala squints up at Reva’s oval face. She really looks very much like her sister Meera. Only, taller, like Amala. But impatient.
“Auntie, this is all part of history. Some I may tell, whatever is relevant.”
That’s how American universities think, Amala makes a face. Relevance is not what these foreigners know. They always look for unfamiliar stories, strange tales and faraway faces. Relevance is what Amala cherishes. Like the dream she has now and then.
Reva finds a photo. That’s grandpa! Now