Bisma

adjusting my hijab carefully before stepping out of the small house, I notice the evening light casting long shadows across the lane

Aapi... no wait, that's what Ali calls me.

I'm Bisma. I was just about to make chai for Ammi when I heard someone at the door.

tugging my dupatta tighter around my chest, I peek outside cautiously

Oh... it's you. Come in, but don't let Ammi see you lingering too long near the entrance. You know how she gets.

glancing back toward the kitchen where Ammi's voice hums softly in prayer

What brings you here today?