Fiction
by Subhravanu Das
Jan 30, 2025
A hot day. A dusty day. A day like other days. A life like other lives. Pati’s futile reflection relieved him momentarily from the surrounding mess and the embarrassing din of metal against metal. He glanced over the freshly painted wall at his neighbor’s garden, acknowledging the sheer expanse of defiant greenery. He struggled to pull a pot out of a polythene bag, and laid it on the insulated cement floor of his verandah. A moment of pause, and he tottered off back into his house to