Creased

Mira felt a strong sense of deja vu as he stormed into the room that evening, tossed his cricket bag on to the floor, threw himself on the couch and sighed in exasperation. She rose from her desk, fighting back an instinct to go pull him into an embrace. She noticed he hadn't changed from... Continue Reading →

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Chaos, calm, and after

    That corner of the house was gloomy but for a lonely light bulb. But it was her happy place, her secret refuge. She sat curled up against the musty wooden chãrupadi, looking on with a childish glee as it rained outside. The rain occasionally relented to reveal the distant rumble of the edakka as deepãrãdana proceeded... Continue Reading →

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