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We weren’t walking through lanes when he introduced me to Jeeraka soda . It was one of those Kerala evenings. He had come home for the weekend, and we did what we always did. He picked me up on his bike, and we rode aimlessly like teenagers who knew exactly where they wanted to be. Sobha City became our quiet corner. We never did much there, just sat, talked, shared silences that didn’t feel empty. On the ride back, with the sun folding into the sky behind us, he stopped the

CHAPTER I: Red Oil Tomatoes 18 Aug. ‘24 11:20 pm Dear Diary, Coming back home to Kerala felt like slipping into the lyrics of a song I...

The air shimmers with the warm, musky fragrance of jasmine flowers tucked behind Ammamma's ear. Sunlight filters through the carvings of...

It was a cold, breezy Saturday night. A chill hung low in the air as two twenty-something brown girls huddled close together, soaking up...