The Candid Life of Meena Dave

by Namrata Patel

“Needs must.” She murmured her mother’s favorite phrase

Never trust a person who is too lazy to brew tea.

When her mind wandered to what had once been, she’d rein it back to the present. For now, she was here, and she had things to do.

I suppose I could start at the beginning, but to what end? That’s a fun sentence. I could parse it out. It should not make sense, yet it does because the English language is fluid and alive.

“The thing about the word regular is that the constant pattern can change,” Sam said. “Can be redefined based on circumstances.”