Interpreter of Maladies

it wrong to envy you, all brides and mothers, busy with lives and cares? Wrong to want to shade my eyes, scent my hair? To raise a child and teach him sweet from sour, good from bad?”

and prices without promise of a future?”

“I ask you, is it fair for a girl to sit out her years, pass neglected through her prime, listing labels

They were able to talk to each other again

The first time I was alone in your apartment, I looked in your address book to see if you'd written me in. I think we'd known each other two weeks

three times the size of

discarded her shoes

tied it tightly about her waist,

Don’t you dare.”

had little in common with any of them,