The street outside the office heaves with noise, but my head is quiet as I pack my bag and head out. All through the day, numbers and files ...

The first time I saw her after she left, I was making tea for two. It was a Tuesday, three months and sixteen days since Zoya had walked out...

The monsoon clouds pressed low over the narrow lanes of old Delhi as Pranav sat on the broken steps of his ancestral haveli, watching Maya v...