neelwrites/thewait

THE WAIT By Neel Anil Panicker Ashish looked across the street towards the bus depot. Barring the neon lit signage that insouciantly proclaimed the words BUS DEPOT and the near fading sulphur vapour lamps emitting from inside the highway depot three miles out of town, the place screamed desolateness with a capital D. As the … Continue reading neelwrites/thewait