The Oldest Covenant

The rain had begun before sunset, first as a thin patter on the high windows of the hospital and then as a furious drumming that seemed to shake the old building at its foundations. By nightfall, Poona was swallowed by water and darkness. The gutters overflowed. The neem trees bent beneath the wind. Somewhere beyond…

When She Chose to Live

The ravines of Chambal had a way of making every sound seem farther away than it really was. A twig breaking on the other side of a gorge could sound like a rifle being cocked beside your ear; the cry of a peacock could travel through the gullies like a warning from another world. In…