Lost Soul
FICTION by in Issue 12 – September 2007
He kept his eyes lowered to avoid bringing evil. All he saw were his own toes scuffling through a drizzle of tulsi-scented sawdust. At the pandit’s door he stopped, blew three times on the fingers of his right hand, and knocked. Jagan’s wife opened the door. She withdrew hastily, then disappeared into the house. Rajiv […]
