The next morning Naina stood in-front of the small temple, praying… Sameer joined her soon, and noticed the few drops…
Birds twittered on the trees, small vendors opened their stalls to sell tea and snacks, the paper boy made his…
The ceiling fans whirred as they always did, the smell of old books and musty walls lingered around like every…
On a cool Saturday morning in the end of October, Sameer stretched his hand to turn off the alarm clock,…
“Naina ruko”, he yelled after his wife as she roamed along the garden path of Jantar Mantar, “tumhe batana padega…”…
The warmth was so amazing that Naina snuggled deeper into it, her body curling towards the source… She hummed, moving…