27 September 2011


I’m between the front door and the black SUV that I don’t understand being parked on our curb when the mailman intercepts me. “Did you know Maya is Indian name?” he asks me. I flick down the kickstand to my bike. “Yes,” I say, “two kinds of Indian.” “Do you know what it means in Hindi?” he wants to know. “I’ve always heard it means illusion, enchantment, the illusion of reality…” I falter. “No.” “No?” “It means money.” I laugh big. “Never heard that one before!” “Now when I see you, I say, 'What’s up, money?', handing me my mail.

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