I Can’t Go Home, So I Go to the Indian Grocery
Each time I contend with the reality of another month—season, year—apart from extended family, I drive my ennui to Namaste Plaza.
Ehsurelythat whole drama can’t last long. Stores will have it back in stock soon enough.
boring
fragrance of her hands
here
What are each of these people and places to me if not home?
permanently
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Purnima Mani is a writer, teacher, parent, and a cook with a weakness for gianduja. Her essays have appeared in Romper, Catapult, Food52, and Entropy, among other places. Find her at home in Northern California and on Twitter @purnima_mani.
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