The office trip was Sharma sir's idea, which meant it was mandatory in the way things are mandatory when your manager frames them as opt...

Three days. No chanting. Not faded. Not reduced. Gone. He woke the first morning and lay still for a full minute waiting for it. Nothing. He...

I kept staring at her picture. The screen was dim, but her face wasn't. There was something alive in her eyes. Not metaphorically. Actua...

Sunday. He slept till ten. Made chai. Sat on the bed with his phone and watched things that required no thought. By noon the chanting had be...

Ten forty-five. The wind had settled into something steadier now, less chaotic, more decided. The sky had darkened a shade at the edges. By ...

Eight o'clock. Same sky. Same wind. Same Sunday. Half a kilometre away, behind the water tank, across two narrow lanes and one very deci...