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Mirror
Every morning, a stranger. Every night, an old friend.
Recipe
Ma's hands knew the salt. Mine guess. The dal still tastes like home.
Threshold
The door was open. That was the saddest part.
Feathery Blues
Softness broke through my trail of thoughts. These birds look happier than most people I have seen.
Doctor’s Chamber
Doctor appointments always made Bitty feel ill. The room itself was ill — the green chairs, the smell of disinfectant over something older.
Last Train
She kept the seat warm for thirty years. He never got off.
The Living Ghosts
Under the rain's crashing wind, his voice floating and drowning rhythmically — that was how Meera first heard Baba after he was gone.
Beyond the Mask
Khushi believed the past shaped her, but did not determine her present or future, like some old jewellery she carried — beautiful, heavy, but not…