Short stories |
The Echoes We Never Heard
No Readers
They spoke like people who had outlived the urgency of youth, who knew the value of presence over promise. And though they never moved in together, never wore rings, Arun would visit Nandale every few months. He would teach workshops at Mira’s center, read to her students, walk her dog. She would send him off each time with a poem folded into his bag. And he would return, always.
