Erotic Stories for Punjabi Widows

by Balli Kaur Jaswal

Kulwinder stood to hug her and noticed that her postman bag was missing. In its place was a backpack that bulged with books. ‘You’ve been studying hard,’ she commented. ‘I have some catching up to do. University starts up in a few weeks and I had such a long time away.’ ‘I’m sure it will all come back to you.’ ‘I’ve got a few new things to learn. The course is slightly different.’ Nikki was so excited when she was offered one of the remaining spots in this program, a law degree with an emphasis on social justice. ‘I want to help prevent what happened to girls like Maya,’ she had said when she rang Kulwinder to tell her the news, which made Kulwinder’s heart swell with pride. And then, in Nikki fashion, she had rattled on about women’s rights, except this time Kulwinder paid attention. ‘And there might be more unsolved cases like Gulshan’s and Karina’s killings. So few people questioned those girls’ deaths that it made it okay to continue the violence. Who knows – we might have grounds to open investigations for Gulshan and to open up Karina’s case again. I’m looking into ways to encourage conversations about honour crimes in communities like ours.’ Ours. Kulwinder’s throat tightened with emotion.

This revelation is unbelievable.