Shrabani was getting late for office. She worried that she would miss the 8 am bus that was pulling out of the bus depot. She rushed to board the bus. She waved her hand at the conductor of the bus. The conductor banged on the outer wall of the tin bus and screamed “aste, ladies … Continue reading Morning Bus at 8
Dear Husband, I would be gone by the time you get this letter. I know you would be shattered, not because I am gone but because I dared to do something without your permission that maligns your ‘carefully built’ image.