By Selma Carvalho
The Friday they leave for a weekend in Belgium, Anju discovers Freddo is cheating on her. She doesn’t share her knowledge with him. What she should have said was, ‘Freddo, I’m tired of this shit. This time, I’m leaving.’
Her heart feels like it is going to stop breathing all on its own, distinct from the rest of her. The pain is so intense, she realises it is possible for the rest of her body to survive the carnage, while her heart, expelled from her being like a refugee, would simply die.
By Ranjani Sivakumar
The heat arrived before Anita did. She felt it the moment the cab turned off the main road into the lane: a wall of still, wet air pressing against the windows as the trees closed over them. Mango, cashew, jackfruit, coconut, they leaned in from both sides until the lane felt less like a road and more like something the forest was allowing.
