Continued From Here Nitya. That was what she said her name was. He had first seen her atop the mango tree near the river when he had come there to get some mangoes for his grandmother. He stood beneath the tree and looked up, locating the mangoes on the high branches while shading his eyes … Read more
He knew the routine by heart now; like always he would be packed and bundled off on the train at night so that he would reach the village in the morning. Like always, his grandfather would come to the station to pick him and take him to their ancestral home. Like always, he would sloth … Read more
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