Gopi hurried inside the crowded Sonapur-bound bus, and looked around in vain for an empty seat. There was none. Have to stand all my way to Sonapur, he thought, unless anyone got down, which rarely happened as all people usually headed to Sonapur, a small village on the outskirts of Guwahati. The journey was forty-five minutes long. He glanced at his wrist watch: 9.00 AM. The bus was about to leave. Some more last-minute passengers bounded in, others shouted for departure, few elders banged the windows; the bleary-eyed conductor blew his whistle, the engine growled to life and, with a lurch, the old bus trundled off. Gopi was a young man of twenty-five, living in Guwahati. It was Sunday and he had been eagerly looking forward to meeting his fiancée, Geeta, who lived in Sonapur. The bus swayed on the winding roads, the winds whistled, and Gopi, clutching the handle…
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“New year, new me.” I exhaled and said to myself,though loudly enough to be heard by Mr Husband. “I can see that, Anu,”he…
They were reading poetry, the English kind.It was exhausting, and the Miss wouldn’t take a break. Meera scratched her palms yet again. She was…
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When the Deputy Editor called his line, “Could you please come to my cabin for a moment?” Roger left a sentence typing halfway, logged…
When Ram helped his father to the rear seat of the cab, Kumar held the old man on the other side. “Appa, you board…
With moist and dismayed eyes a foreign worker in clothes mildly smeared with grease and paint stood first in the growing queue. Pusillanimously lost in thought…
