Pleasantries were exchanged after
Raghuvir expressed suitable shock. He
invited her inside, still trying to get over
her uninvited, creepy presence.
‘How did you get here?’
Raghuvir closed the door behind her.
Through the steel gauze of the gate,
Aranya could see Dhruv bent over his
‘Sit,’ said Raghuvir, collecting the
stray papers on the couch into a bundle.
Raghuvir switched on all the lights but
they weren’t enough for the large living
room. The house was dying. The walls
were lined with bookshelves bent with
the weight of the textbooks. Big books