It was about this time the actual Usha got a raise – and for a gift, she sent her sister a phone. The cheapest one she could find. This was fine, as the family home still didn’t even have reception; If Virika walked to the road, she could get texts about the time she saw… Continue reading

Fed up with herself, Virika didn’t write for a while. Eventually thoughts did solidify, after a month, monsoon leaving her stuck indoors and remembering things. Usha, after recovering and going back to using her normal mouth, returned to her yoga instruction. Her part-time students had grown used to her simple Nabhimamsa instructions, but they were… Continue reading

Virika thought that would be enough. It took her a few days to realize she hadn’t killed the idea yet Usha’s tiny new home was big enough for a kero-stove, a charpai, and a set of drawers. She could hardly move about inside. But there was plenty of space outside to review and instruct her… Continue reading

The trip is heavily inspired by GhatGPT this time. Rewritten, abridged, but based upon. Virika as evidenced by the footnotes, had been horrified to have such a work associated with herself. Less horrified to have been the one to write it, but she had not arrived at the point were she admitted horny hours were… Continue reading

This was not written by chatgpt. It was written out of frustration with chatgpt. While trying to mimic the voice of a character, opinions diverge from those held by the author. Forgive me. By the time Usha had moved out of the house for a bit, Virika started to miss her sister. But also, she… Continue reading