“Why are you really here?”
Madhav and I have known each other long enough for him to bring up that it was quite unlike me to be at a party where the head-count of acquainted socials went beyond three. 2,904 more words
He had been sitting motionless when the priest came and shoved him gently. He asked, “What is the matter, my boy?”
There was something in his voice, a soft lugubrious expression that made him feel like something was lurking beneath his words, that he had anticipated well before coming here, in this temple, an abode of God Shiva, local people called it ‘SHIVA MANDIR’, near which his father was murdered.