Fiction: Waiting for a Train


'He will be here, his letter said so.' Maduram said. Sindhu, the station master observed Maduram sceptically. Madhuram was old, looked frail, he should not be out on a cold night without any warm clothes. His threadbare kurti and lungi could scarcely provide warmth, his shawl looked older than Madhuram. Regardless Maduram was here waiting for an … Continue reading Fiction: Waiting for a Train