It was a Sunday. Sudha woke up later than usual. She glanced at the wall clock and hid under her blanket again. She stayed there, motionless, a drag of weariness over her. The doorbell rang, and she sat up. Champa arrived every morning to sweep and mop the apartment, wash the utensils, and help Sudha …
‘Mr Ghosh!’ Mr Ghosh sat up, startled. His colleagues were staring at him. He glanced at them and returned to look at his boss, standing arms akimbo in front of the cubicle. ‘Do I pay you to sleep on the job?’ he bellowed, his nostrils flaring. ‘I’m sorry,’ Mr Ghosh mewed, wiping the streak of …
Mr Dutta’s dream of travelling the world died with him. He was seventy-seven, an old, lonely soul who, until the very end, never gave up his desire to see the world. Like any other morning, Mr Dutta sat on the balcony with a cup of steaming tea placed within his reach. His fading eyes stared …