The Night He Fell in Love

That September, Surat was swamped under heavy rains. It was pouring over the city past three days. The streets had heavy traffic jams and the people looked rusty. The night lights shone above the mad traffic lights. They said it was not the right time to go out. He looked out of his cab’s window,…

In the Hills of Love

On the serene hills of the Kumaons, he was walking. His tired feet dragging him towards the old Kasar Devi temple. He remembered himself running uphill with a bunch of white flowers in his hands as a boy. He would go with his father to make offerings to the goddess on early mornings. There wasn’t…