Short Story: Pinky and Genie by Anika Joseph

Anika Joseph shares a heartwarming tale filled with magic and hope that can turn the darkest moments into beautiful sunshine-filled ones.

It was a very warm, humid, and sunny Sunday morning, the sort of weather that reminded rich Mumbaikars to book holidays in colder climes and the not-so-rich ones to grumble about the weather and their fate. Pinky did not notice the heat or the humidity, as she helped her elder sister fry vadas, even though she constantly wiped the sweat off her face. The vadas would soon be stuffed inside middling cubes of bread that went by the Portuguese origin moniker “pav”, and sold in the poky little kiosk that her father ran in the slummiest part of Sion. Her mother was a housemaid and she was away at work and would return only late in the evening.