
Their souls quenched, Sidhu and Naseeb were drenched within moments, but they were oblivious to it all, even to the red mud that splattered their sandal-clad feet and white pantaloons. Together, they walked hand in hand towards the village temple. Reunited at long last.
LATE MONSOON
By Manpreet Rehal Naseeb Kaur stepped out of the ramshackle faded blue bus. Fine reddish dust immediately coated her sandal-clad feet, but her toes didn’t cringe back, there was a…
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LATE MONSOON