"He said he and Bhushanam had developed feelings for each other. Bhushanam swung both ways and while he remained attached to me, he continued his affair with Dev.”
When a creepy co-actor in a cherished play messes with Swati's mind, help arrives in the form of her grandmother's wise words and a heirloom bangle.
How does one quantify or qualify grief? Does it hurt less if a loved one lived well, lived a full life, or died peacefully?
She was staring at me trying to intimidate me. But I was her daughter, and wouldn’t back down until I got what I wanted. “So you are collaborating with my enemy?” She finally said.
I’m tired of making mental notes every night about the next day’s meals. I want to write poetry but all I’m left with are recipes. I want Ajit to listen to my verses but all he cares for is, what’s for dinner.
"All that we shared were stories of tragedy – of lost children, of missing husbands and brothers, of sexual abuse endured. I felt I was the luckier one among them.”
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