“The Narayans”
by Akhil Sharma
from the August 26, 2o24 issue of The New Yorker

For a few years in the mid 2010s, around the publication of his second novel, Family Life, we got several stories from Akhil Sharma, so it’s nice to see another bit of short fiction from him after quite a few years without.

Here’s how “The Narayans” begins:

Mrs. Narayan was small, dark-skinned, oval-faced. She had a wonderful singsong voice. She’d come up to you at temple on Holi or Diwali and offer congratulations so heartfelt you’d feel as if it were the first time the day had ever been celebrated. We all liked her. She was an immigrant, too, but she didn’t seem to have jangled nerves the way we did. She cooked for many of us and regularly tried to refuse payment. “This is from my side,” she’d say. “A horse can’t be friends with grass,” we might answer.

I hope you’re all starting a good week, and I look forward to reading the story and any thoughts you may care to share!

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