Rated R for brutal visions.
The night I was to leave Delhi for Toronto, my grandmother told me I was making a big mistake.
“The vetala is going to follow you,” she said, as I stuffed my clothes higgledy-piggledy into the shiny new suitcase I had bought for my shiny new life. “Think of how lonely it will be.”
I slammed down the lid of my suitcase. “There are demons everywhere,” I said. “Even Toronto.”
My grandmother sniffed. “Not our kind.”
“How would you know?” I countered. “You hardly ever leave home.”
She looked at me out of her sharp, blackbird eyes. “And you hardly ever stay here. What are you looking for, Pooja?”
“A good job,” I said flatly. We had been over this many times in the last four months, ever since I’d gotten an offer to work for Recreated Realms, the biggest Timescape company in Canada. “Money. Peace. Security.” Freedom.
“None of which you will find until you stop running away,” said my grandmother. (Continue Reading…)