By: Milton P. Ehrlich My old lady is now an old lady. She used to cut a rug as a jitterbug at the USO back in the 1940’s. These days she sashays across a kitchen floor in a sedate but sensuous…

By: Natalia Suri “Kanta bai, don’t let your broom touch my chair,” ranted Lata, her voice trembling. The old woman sat on the chair as she spoke, her feeble toes barely touching the floor. “You don’t know, this is no ordinary…