We chose my birthday on purpose. To elope. “A new year will begin, and so will our new lives together,” Rishi had told me. I sometimes imagine I can still feel the night breeze that had caressed me in his terrace all those years back. I blame it for carrying away any practicality I might have otherwise had. I was trapped willingly. Two months preceded our set date and I spent the remaining days in relative calm. It didn’t bother me much when Manoj came back early one day to announce he had been kicked out of yet another job. I…
Indian-Sage
by Prateek Khamesra