Mrs. Kalra

short fiction | immigrant fiction

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Mrs. Kalra came home every Tuesday and Thursday evening to cook for us. The first time I met her, she offered to give me a sampling of dishes she could cook. I wasn't sure whether to be flattered because I looked like a good Punjabi wife who could whip up aloo parathas in a jiffy, or whether to …