Kamalini Natesan

“Shanta, don’t worry about it, I will take care. You leave!” Misra called out to his wife in a gentle tenor belying his inner turmoil. Shanta was putting her lunchbox together. The husband of many years had brewed the morning tea, which they both sipped quietly in the verandah. It was the month of April, a year after Shanta had made it rain, as Juhi, their daughter reminded the couple on occasion. [Read the rest...] “Inverted Justice | Kamalini Natesan”