A giant skeleton rose from the concrete in the middle of the street. Cars pulled over. People started openly weeping.

The son of immigrants will never know

the saaundhi mitti ki khushboo that signals the arrival of the first rains of monsoons, dark clouds bursting their pent-up water on a cracked earth, the rising of the soft dust, the slurry of water and soil…

When Katya interviewed for the job at the cloning project station, they gave her a tour of the facility.