हमारे ज़माने में…
Issue #219
We were sitting around the dining table last night. Dinner was done. That familiar, slow drift of conversation had begun to settle over the plates like dust in a shaft of afternoon light.
I don’t remember what triggered it, but suddenly, the air changed. I heard the words before I realised I was the one saying them: “हमारे ज़माने में…”
The moment the phra…
