Prabhavathi’s landlord was breathing down her neck; the pandemic and the resultant lockdown had shackled her from venturing out. All her fears had lined up like a firing squad waiting to shoot down the last vestiges of her fading hopes. But she held on. She held on...
Touching each other may have turned dangerous but that does not mean we cannot touch each other’s lives with a gentle touch of humanity. These are troubled times. The economy is in tailspin; people are losing jobs. There is this constant fear of a calamity waiting to...
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