Goddess for Hire
Chapter One
I never believed in dharma, karma, reincarnation, or
any of that spiritual crap, which caused sort of a problem
growing up because my parents are devout Hindus.
Dharma, by the way, means life purpose in Sanskrit. By
the time my thirtieth birthday rolled around, I still
hadn't found my dharma, which caused my parents
some worry, [read: anxiety, loss of sleep, despair, handwringing,
tears, dizzy spells and a constant mumbling of
nasty things about me in Hindi under their breath].
My birthday fell on the second Saturday of January,
and as I zipped down Pacific Coast Highway in my canary
yellow Hummer H2, I thought about upgrading to
a bigger car.
Newport Beach, where we live, is a nice-looking
beach city. Streets are wide, cars are expensive, bodies
are beautiful, and neighborhoods are well tended. A
French Colonial–style roof is not allowed when the zoning
laws call for Spanish. For your coffee-drinking pleasure
there is a Starbucks on every corner.
I like living in a place where the air is clean and neighbors
hide their trash in discreet garbage cans made to
blend in with the shrubbery. I am, however, tired of the
impression that blond, blue-eyed families are the sole inhabitants
of Newport Beach. This isn' ... read full excerpt from: Goddess for Hire ebook
