In the crowded Kamalapur Railway Station, Arunima could be found wearing heavy make-up and gaudy salwar kameez.
we started at this pond in rockcliffe.
Silk. She had saved for months to afford it. Sheer gold.
The sky was hung with pink the day I sent everyone away.
Turning over in bed, Jeri-Lynne felt an ache and a grief so deep that she clutched her pillow reflexively.
The sight of my late father sitting at the water’s edge filled me with dread.
It had been a favourite topic of discussion at dinner parties throughout the years.
Sarah bit her lip, not out of pleasure but out of the need to steady herself so she did not dart for the door.
The winds here are charged, tensed and pressing against the maple barks.
A breeze tousled the silver birches that loomed above the trail, provoking a flurry of golden autumn leaves.