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Submitted to Contest #334
Kajol scraped the last smear of molasses from the pot, the wooden spoon warm from the stove. He rinsed the remaining sticky, brown filling and packed the rest of the peethas into tupperware. The sticky rice cakes were steamed with the molasses coating the insides, bleeding into brown leopard spots on the outsides. He packed away the peethas carefully, to avoid them cramming and sticking to each other. He was too proud of his work to let them crumble or turn stale overnight. The peethas were fired over a large, wood-fire oven. Kajol removed t...
Submitted to Contest #333
Brown the onions, and don’t fry them like last time.Fahim stirred the cubes of onion, watching them slowly take on the warm brown hue his mother always insisted on. Behind him, his phone buzzed– unanswered– as messages poured in:Fahim, are you coming today?No hear from you in long time.Come soon. I know you have off today.Suraiya was sharp– she always remembered his schedule, even when he hadn’t responded in weeks. He did plan to visit today, just later than usual. And he’d never show up empty-handed; that would break one of the first tenets...
Submitted to Contest #332
Don’t forget to defrost the meat.Last time you set it out too late.Make sure you wake up early and do it this time.Samira repeated the instructions to herself, burning them to memory. It seemed like a simple task, but it could very well be the only thing standing between her and the Weeknd concert this Saturday night. She had bought the tickets months ago– planned carefully, saved diligently– but no early-bird discount came close to appeasing her mother.Hamida kept a tight grip on her daughter. Praise was rare. Approval, even rarer.Samira pu...
Submitted to Contest #331
“Where are we going?” Nusrat questioned, her voice groggy with sleep and curiosity. “Just a few more steps,” Rafiq reassured while covering her eyes from behind. He guided her slowly through their narrow kitchen, barefoot across the linoleum kitchen floor until they stopped by the window perched behind the sink. A sudden, wintery breeze slipped in as he cracked it open. The cold wind slapped her face, she flinched. “Surprise,” Rafiq said, parting the blinds. Nusrat peered into the silvery night. Snow blanketed the window guard in powdery lay...
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