“Sona Bis,” they announce from the stage. My name. I think to myself. My truncated, distorted name. Like a lot of things about me. Ma nudges my arm. I take some time getting up, as I gather the end of my saree around my arm, just like Ma had taught me. She half gets up to hold my hand, as she mostly does when we go out of the house. But one look from me and she sits back. I start walking towards the stage. Alone. People from the audience are staring at me. Are they betting on whether I’ll make … Continue reading Sona Bis Speaking