Portrait of Australia (as a Young Man)
Personal essay by Dhani Muniz: ‘What is Australia then? The name itself conveys a ruddy blankness. Deserts rising out of ocean like heat from a radiator. Twenty months since I’ve left India and the old-Old World of the East.’
Short story by Debi Mukherjee: “Unlike the little girls I see outside temples, draped in their pano bhaju’s stringing garlands of Marigolds, I dare not play with the flowers in our garden. Papa cautions me against the rows of Mogras, Shoe-flowers, Frangipanis and a multitude of others. He says that I must not be lured by a flower’s fragrance.”