Mandir lay in bed beside her, sleeping with a furrowed brow as if having a bad dream. She’d have to wake him in a few minutes. He’d expressed a desire to bathe in the river this morning, and if they wanted to do that without prying eyes, they’d have to do it before the household awoke. She got up...
As a child, she had often done this, stared at the cracks in the wall and made up stories about them, imagining them to be animals and people and places. But those were different cracks, in a different location. The enclave had been in this cave for only a couple of years, and she’d spent most of...
