This Half of the Tale [Guest Post | Fiction]

There was something about monsoon evenings that Philip Thomas couldn’t put his finger on. The staccato drum of the raindrops on the roof, thunder rumbling overhead, the wind caressing his face with cold spray: it was paradise, or so he believed. And that called for a drink. Continue reading “This Half of the Tale [Guest Post | Fiction]”

Fiction: Transitioning

At Platform 3 of the Chennai Central railway station, Madhu hugged her parents and stepped aboard the Tamil Nadu Express. The train started to pull away and her mother was predictably tearful as she waved goodbye. Her father adopted a brave expression, although Madhu knew that he was sick with worry, and placed his arm around his wife’s shoulders. She stood at the door waving until her parents were mere spots on the horizon, and then entered the compartment to find her seat. Continue reading “Fiction: Transitioning”