Cool, gushing autumn wind, engulfed the car, sending a sharp chill down the spine. “Narayan Ji, could you please roll the windows up”, appealed Priyanka, tugging her silk scarf tight Read More
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I thought of her as I sat in the balcony, sipping tea. My husband, Ramesh was putting his shoes on and humming a tune. It was time for our morning Read More
As the bus panted its way through the lush foliage of the foothills, I craned my neck out of the window and inhaled deeply. The hills smelled the same, of Read More
