Free online fiction, from the New Yorker.
Novelette.
Since childhood, Subhash had been cautious. His mother never had to run after him. He kept her company, watching as she cooked or sewed. While Subhash stayed in clear view, his brother, Udayan, was disappearing: even in their two-room house, when he was a boy, he hid compulsively. Subhash wondered if his placid nature was regarded as a lack of inventiveness, perhaps even a failing, in his parents’ eyes. It became his mission to obey them, given that it wasn’t possible to surprise or impress them. That was what Udayan did.
