A Photo in a Silver Frame

between saree blouses — green, black, and blue,  neatly   folded                and  aligned; my mother hides a treasure: the faded sepia  of my grandmother, a woman I never met, smiles back at me. my finger travels across, an embossed frame. I read, as one who is sightless — into the story of their lives. across … Continue reading A Photo in a Silver Frame