Harini V

as if they were pearls of pomegranate cascading onto the wet floor slipping between these moments of the past snaking through the Sunday market — the sea of people (grey-haired) dissolves into the crowd. negotiating a price, Kokila (who had …

the silence of night is chased away by the sun’s alarm shoved into a train in the middle of shadows that appear expressionless I too, tremble as a ray the mice shake their heads while the bandicoots speak conversing without …