I have always thought drowning a more fitting death than being burnt alive. Though I hope to be cremated, my ears don’t wish to bear witness to my personal demise. I can imagine the way the flame licks my fingers, the sheer beauty of it…

HOUR TEN The color Purple- bellflowers, lavender scented soaps, tulips and eggplants- the soil is warm idle garden glove under the summer sun- lilac into verdant mulberry artichokes hand-picked from the home garden Seedlings sprouts into another flower. Red as Sindoor, Henna, spice chai, poppy…