“The God of Good Things” by Snata Bose
The rain cut me a river wide enough to savour my numbered gardens— each with their own cloud. And in each I bred a different …
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The Metaworker Literary Magazine
Where great stories are forged.
The rain cut me a river wide enough to savour my numbered gardens— each with their own cloud. And in each I bred a different …