The air inside was different. A bookish smell. A bit cold, and a bit warm. As if someone paused time and cut a piece of the world for me to have by myself.
August, I wait for yellow dressed in grey.
"This was her second birth, the true fulfilment of the title 'twice-born' given to her clan. Paptikutty! The Goddess of Revenge!"
I read it into the morning light, the afternoon sun, the evening wind and the night’s quiet. On Sundays, I didn’t wind my spring.