VARSHA MENON (Page 2)

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Nila had long clocked that kindness in the 21st century looked a lot like a flash sale. Loud, time-bound, and deeply transactional. People didn’t care. When her mom took a fall in the bathroom, a minor slip, more bruise to pride than body. Nila did the bare minimum drilled intoContinue Reading

The night it happened, the air had the temperament of overwelmed tea – heavy. Her companion, once the human embodiment of chamomile, crossed lines she hadn’t thought to draw, because some betrayals are too absurd to anticipate. His touch became more of a hostile acquisition. A corporate takeover of herContinue Reading

Meera walked into the village, her shawl fluttering like a loose kite. She carried no money. The rain tapped softly on the leaves, and her feet sank into the wet mud of the paddy fields. She was thirty-two, maybe thirty-three, her face lined with stories. The villagers watched her, curiousContinue Reading

I was born in a jungle. Trees whispered to the sky, rivers carried secrets, and silence spoke louder than drums. That was before I became a god. Before they wrapped me in chains. Before the uncle with a potbelly in a floral print shirt took a selfie in front ofContinue Reading

In her rented one-BHK apartment across town, Mithila spent her days helping her friend with blog posts and menu planning for a food app. And her nights writing meaningless content for clients. The firecrackers bursting in the distance didn’t faze her anymore, she had learned not to flinch. Her anxietyContinue Reading