Diwali in Muzaffarnagar: A Short Story by Tanuj Solanki

It was the day of Diwali, around three in the afternoon. I was in the toilet, the common toilet between my parents’ bedroom – only in name, because they haven’t slept together for fifteen years – and the room that houses my ailing grandfather. I was masturbating thinking of Marie-Anne, and I was close. I… Continue reading Diwali in Muzaffarnagar: A Short Story by Tanuj Solanki