I laid the four-foot bull shark, weighing over 75 pounds, on the slab. The other fishermen had sold out and left. No one bought fish at this late hour, but I needed money. Mid-afternoon, I resorted to praying for a sale. Before long, two people argued over my catch. They both wanted the whole thing and wouldn’t give up. After 30 minutes, they agreed to steak cuts and shared the shark. I slit the stomach, and out rolled two fish, along with an attached pinky and ring finger. Quickly, I slid everything into the bin as I sliced the shark.
An early enchantment with West Indian Literature fuelled Indira’s fascination with the reading and writing of epic stories; a passion which has since transcended borders and cultures, to simply embrace 'imagination'. She pens skits, monologues and even poetic works as opportunities present themselves.