The language of water. A language of nuance, dense with urgency and supple desire. A short fiction.
Even our most avoided and unwelcome past dances its way into our present, both in memory and reality. A short story.
A short story about judgment, imperfection and disposable love.
(a fiction)
With a thick index finger he slid his glasses to the tip of his nose and peered over the frames…
“Get me a glass of water, you useless idiot.”, Raj ordered Meera.
(Husband and wife walking home after brunch. Afternoon.)