The Help Desk

Stephen M. Tomic
Sep 6, 2018 · 6 min read

Samar arrives early every day for work. He remembers when his father got canned for tardiness, which led the family into hardship for many months. They were months that felt like years. Meals, never exactly plentiful for a family of seven, became meager events of rice and bhakri, with a bit of chutney or chilis for special occasions. Stomachs so empty that flicking a finger made the tropical sound of a steel pan. Samar wouldn’t let that memory surface again. He…

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