It was a fateful day. The freight container was fully secured, thrice locked. It contained The Last Drop of Oceanzong. World’s largest city Oceanzong…

He was shivering and sweating profusely. If not for this red rope tied to the insides of this, this—platform or whatever—I would have fallen…

Somewhere in Madras Presidency, sometime before the ̐Channar revolt, the twin-conical fabric sat on the coir bed way before the bride entered the room.…