The Vine of Desire
“Why, I don’t know. The work is not hard. In fact, I wish it were harder. That way, it would tire me out so I wouldn’t have the energy to worry. That way, I’d be able to sleep.That’s the other thing. I’m sleepy, but when I lie down at night, or even in the afternoon, next to Dayita as she naps, my mind won’t let go. It’s like the old exhaust fan we had in our school in India, in the lunchroom, covered with cobwebs. It revolved slowly and painfully as if it would stop any moment, except it never ...did. Round and round my mind goes, grimy with grease and soot. I shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t have. Sometimes I forget what it is I shouldn’t have done and only remember the feeling.To get myself through the nights, I’m stitching an imaginary quilt. A baby quilt, the kind one gives as a newborn gift. The kind I almost made once for a boy who was almost born. I’ve chosen the material already. A fine white silk, which I know is completely impractical. But this quilt, it’s mine the way nothing ever was.MoreLess
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