The Shape of Family
Contents (112)
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- May 19, 2015, 5:59 A.M.
- Home
- 1 | Karina
- 2007
- 2 | Jaya
- 2008
- 3 | Keith
- April 2009
- 4 | Jaya
- May 2009
- 5 | Karina
- June 2009
- 6 | Prem
- 7 | Jaya
- June 2009
- 8 | Karina
- June 2009
- 9 | Keith
- June 2009
- 10 | Karina
- July 2009
- 11 | Jaya
- July 2009
- 12 | Karina
- August 2009
- 13 | Keith
- August 2009
- 14 | Karina
- January 2010
- 15 | Keith
- May 2010
- 16 | Karina
- 2011–2013
- 17 | Prem
- Away
- 18 | The Olanders
- September 2013
- 19 | Karina
- September 2013
- 20 | Karina
- January 2014
- 21 | Keith
- August 2014
- 22 | Jaya
- August 2014
- 23 | Prem
- 24 | Karina
- September 2014
- 25 | Karina
- October 2014
- 26 | Karina
- October 2014
- 27 | Karina
- November 2014
- 28 | The Olanders
- December 2014
- 29 | Prem
- Sanctuary
- 30 | Karina
- January 1, 2015
- 31 | Karina
- January 2, 2015
- 32 | Karina
- January 3, 2015
- 33 | The Olanders
- February 2015
- 34 | Karina
- February 2015
- 35 | Prem
- 36 | Serotina
- February 2015
- 37 | Serotina
- March 2015
- 38 | The Olanders
- April 2015
- 39 | Serotina
- April 2015
- 40 | Serotina
- April 2015
- 41 | Serotina
- April 30, 2015
- 42 | Keith
- May 5, 2015
- 43 | Serotina
- May 16, 2015
- 44 | Jaya
- May 16, 2015
- 45 | Serotina
- May 17, 2015
- 46 | Serotina
- May 18, 2015
- 47 | Prem
- Found
- 48 | The Olanders
- May 19, 2015, 12:30 P.M.
- 49 | The Olanders
- May 2016
- 50 | Prem
- Acknowledgments
- P.S. Insights, Interviews & More . . .*
- About the Author
- Meet Shilpi Somaya Gowda
- About the Book
- Behind the Book
- Read On
- An Excerpt from The Golden Son
- Praise for The Shape of Family
- Also by Shilpi Somaya Gowda
- Copyright
- About the Publisher


Dedication
For Mira & Bela,
may you seek widely, and always find home
Epigraph
We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us.
Even while the earth sleeps we travel.
We are the seeds of the tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind and are scattered.
Brief were my days among you, and briefer still the words I have spoken.
But should my voice fade in your ears, and my love vanish in your memory, then I will come again,
And with a richer heart and lips more yielding to the spirit will I speak.
Yea, I shall return with the tide,
And though death may hide me, and the greater silence enfold me, yet again will I seek your understanding.
—from “The Farewell,” Khalil Gibran
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Dedication
Epigraph
May 19, 2015, 5:59 A.M.
Home
1: Karina: 2007
2: Jaya: 2008
3: Keith: April 2009
4: Jaya: May 2009
5: Karina: June 2009
6: Prem
7: Jaya: June 2009
8: Karina: June 2009
9: Keith: June 2009
10: Karina: July 2009
11: Jaya: July 2009
12: Karina: August 2009
13: Keith: August 2009
14: Karina: January 2010
15: Keith: May 2010
16: Karina: 2011–2013
17: Prem
Away
18: The Olanders: September 2013
19: Karina: September 2013
20: Karina: January 2014
21: Keith: August 2014
22: Jaya: August 2014
23: Prem
24: Karina: September 2014
25: Karina: October 2014
26: Karina: October 2014
27: Karina: November 2014
28: The Olanders: December 2014
29: Prem
Sanctuary
30: Karina: January 1, 2015
31: Karina: January 2, 2015
32: Karina: January 3, 2015
33: The Olanders: February 2015
34: Karina: February 2015
35: Prem
36: Serotina: February 2015
37: Serotina: March 2015
38: The Olanders: April 2015
39: Serotina: April 2015
40: Serotina: April 2015
41: Serotina: April 30, 2015
42: Keith: May 5, 2015
43: Serotina: May 16, 2015
44: Jaya: May 16, 2015
45: Serotina: May 17, 2015
46: Serotina: May 18, 2015
47: Prem
Found
48: The Olanders: May 19, 2015, 12:30 P.M.
49: The Olanders: May 2016
50: Prem
Acknowledgments
P.S. Insights, Interviews & More . . .*
About the Author
About the Book
Read On
Praise
Also by Shilpi Somaya Gowda
Copyright
About the Publisher
May 19, 2015, 5:59 A.M.
A young woman, hovering on the edge between adolescence and adulthood, is walking. She climbs over a bed of rocks that marks the border between city sidewalk and seashore. She wears clothing the color of snow, of clouds, of nothing. She wears nothing on her feet. She carries nothing.
She walks slowly but deliberately toward the Pacific Ocean, yet she possesses none of the regular trappings of those who do so at this hour—no fishing pole, no surfboard, no wet suit.