Arjun saw Naina’s name light up his phone for the fourth time as the train pulled away from Delhi. He turned the phone face down on the folding table beneath the window. Outside, porters and waving families gave way to evening sky as Delhi loosened its grip. The last thing Naina had said to him Read more…

Leela had been living in Flat 4B for twenty-three days when the woman next door came to borrow salt. By then, she had learned the apartment’s small betrayals. The kitchen tap had to be turned halfway and then pulled gently, or it spat water onto her cotton saree. The balcony door stuck in the evenings, Read more…