As a lazy dusk engulfed the Maiori coastline, Andreas wondered what the tourists would be like, driving down all the way from Naples he...

Helen’s earliest memories of living in that lonely end-of-terrace, red-brick house, in that forlorn neighbourhood, was vegging out on the...

Damayanti put on the lights...next time, she would try to book a morning flight, so she didn't have to feel around in the dark. There!...

'Once I sat on a rock for a whole afternoon, on top of a pretty hill, watching a forest fire', Helen muttered, stirring the demerara...

Helen tried to taste the basil ice cream that the bartender promised he had put in her drink. Nope. Just the vodka. Maybe, after a whole...

The melancholia of the moon reminded Damayanti of home...and oddly, of freedom. There was no daylight to put boundaries around her...

When did Damayanti's life get limited between taking mold off the corner of the white bathroom tile, to spraying her tiny patch of a...

As Damayanti presses her Russell Hobbs iron over the green cardigan, she finds it strangely satisfying that the creases are gradually...

There was a stiff, sustained breeze. Martin drew his breath sharply and pulled his hat further around his old, elfish ears. It's been...

Damayanti lives a quiet life. Unlike women her age. She would be happy tidying up a messy cupboard, drinking peppermint tea, reading...

'I hear you make the best Sangria in town?' Susan asks the Spanish waiter, who picks up on the word 'Sangria', and looks visibly...

Damayanti has seen the Bay of Bengal countless number of times. The family's favourite 'any occasion' escapade to the shores since her...

There is something about looking at this horizon that makes him pensive. The sycamores, the chimneys and the blue sky threatened with all...

The masala chai that sat unceremoniously at her Tuesday work table on this present day, reminded Damayanti of a holiday she had been on,...