By Selma Carvalho
The Friday they leave for a weekend in Belgium, Anju discovers Freddo is cheating on her. She doesn’t share her knowledge with him. What she should have said was, ‘Freddo, I’m tired of this shit. This time, I’m leaving.’
Her heart feels like it is going to stop breathing all on its own, distinct from the rest of her. The pain is so intense, she realises it is possible for the rest of her body to survive the carnage, while her heart, expelled from her being like a refugee, would simply die.
By Saritha Rao
Issue no. 14
Francisco de Melo Palheta surveyed the roomful of elegant people who had turned up in his honour. Only the French had the audacity to build a villa of this kind in humid Guiana, and the gall to insist on a dress code for dinner that would otherwise befit the salons of Paris.
