It must have been raining that day, too. Or maybe I just remember it that way, the blur of headlights, the smell of wet earth mixing with co...

The room smelled faintly of burnt incense and stale coffee. A single bulb hummed above, its light unsteady, like it too was tired of waiting...

I was coming undone, quietly, in my Matunga apartment, the October heat pressing like a heavy palm. Mumbai simmered outside, its air thick w...