Category: Moments of Truth

23 Jun

A Canopy of Coyness: Brushing Past A Breast

True to the chagrin of the frequent economy class fliers in us, the general compartment was a cattle class. Mortification took a back seat to the fact that it was the last train to Howrah from Contai for the day. I suddenly became conscious of the ignominy, writ large at my face, to be chanced […]