by Yatindra Tawde | Mar 2, 2025 | Short Stories
My backside was feeling all the potholes on the road, the bumps on the road magnified by the bus suspension, which was almost absent. The vibrations of the state transport bus were transferred directly to the passengers and the suspiciously lose nuts and bolts, which...
by Yatindra Tawde | Mar 2, 2025 | Short Stories
It was raining heavily. Little Arpan had just gone off to sleep. It was going to be a late night and I needed a coffee boost. To keep me awake. My diary beckoned me, as it did every Saturday night… I settled into my cosy corner near the window. I settled on the...
