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The metro slowed with a tired sigh, its carriages clattering into the station. Leila leaned her head against the glass, watching her own reflection dissolve into the blur of strangers on the platform. Everyone seemed to have a purpose—earphones in place, bags tucked close, screens glowing like fireflies. She alone felt adrift, as though she …... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
Cities are sly creatures, and none more so than Istanbul, which has learned over millennia to hide its true face behind a dozen masks: the Roman, the Byzantine, the Ottoman, the Republican, the tourist-brochure city and the smoky-backstreet city, the city of call to prayer and of cocktails, the city that flirts across continents like … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
The stage lights were blinding, the auditorium vast. Riya adjusted the sitar on her lap. Its familiar weight should have steadied her, but tonight, it pressed heavier than usual. The audience was silent — waiting, watching. Her palms were damp. Her throat dry. Fear, old and stubborn, sat in her chest. She closed her eyes, … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
In contemporary Indian cities, the café has become what the addas of Calcutta once were, or the press clubs of Delhi in the 1960s: places where ideas take tentative shape, where ambition rubs shoulders with uncertainty. It was in such a café—wedged between a bookstore and an art shop in South Delhi—that Mira, a young … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
