“Missus Mina Rupaka Bhramana, formerly Miss Mina Rupaka Jadia?” The postman’s bicycle leaned against the wall of her house. “Y- yes?” “Good – Ishaan though it must be you at the post office  – though – well, it’s not too long until Mr. Bhramana will be back, is it?” “At some point they’ll force him … Continue reading On Loan