FICTION
Swept Up — Part Two: Monsoon
"Wet earth masks the smell of trouble brewing outside, and you ignore the slight whiff of tension in the air, breathe in the familiar memory of white desi corn, sprinkled with chilli and lime."
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"Wet earth masks the smell of trouble brewing outside, and you ignore the slight whiff of tension in the air, breathe in the familiar memory of white desi corn, sprinkled with chilli and lime."
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"Trees are felled and walls crumble, but you swing back on your rocker, convinced it’s just a phase."
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