they broke in to find a lamp pooled around her upturned palm on which a moth lay serene.. a tabloid the day after cleverly moralized how both had flown too close to the light… but her deep dives into tranquil pools of light were utterly unlike the moths...
Read MoreRED Choti had begun to hate the colour blue. Not that she knew the word ‘blue’ and not that she had hated it always. But now it was different. It was the plastic slipper that she now held up to the sky. She hated the blue slipper....
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