...Ajay Vishwanathan © 2011 Ajay Vishwanathan 2011 Ajay Vishwanathan The Color of Turmeric The wind whipped the white sari hooded over Chhaya’s head, expos- ing hair that fell in deliberate waves. Walking behind her, Sarla noticed that her mother-in-law didn’t show a single strand of gray...

..., about Sandeep s aunt: She set the tray on the floor of the verandah, which had just been swept clean by Chhaya; then she bent her knees, slowly lowering her body, and sat down on the floor herself. . . . Her legs, like two romantic, indefinite paths on a mountainside, were lost in her sari s vast...