The Bicycle

Ten-year-old Mansi looked at the gleaming network of spokes in her father’s bicycle. She imagined riding on it, passing her friend Billu’s father’s cycle repair shop into the fields at the end of her village, where farmers would be busy ploughing their land in tow of their black, hairy buffaloes. How happy she’d be! “Bitiya, get... Continue Reading →

This New Year…

“Oh my god, I must see him. When are you guys coming down?” said Munu, excited to hear about her nephew. “Not sure, yet! If everything works out, we’ll be there by Wednesday. Three CLs plus a weekend and we’re going to have a blast at New Year’s Eve!” exclaimed Nomi, who lived with her... Continue Reading →

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