Paper Details

Name: Anupam Vatsyayan
Country: India

Year: 2020 & 2021 & 2022 (Combined)
Volume: Volume - 7 and 8 and 9 (Combined Issues)
Page Number: 72-77

"O God! It's already midnight," said Abeer. Abeer was still in his office and it was the sound of grumbling which originated in his innards that made him look up and check the time on his home screen. What do doctors call it? “Yes, Borborygmi.” He was late . . . again . . . No, not late. In fact, this was his usual time, but by normal standards, it was late. “Every day it is the same story,” he thought to himself. “How can I ever change this?” His mind got racing. He knew Mira would be upset. Every single day (rather night) when he would get home, Mira would be up and about, waiting for him. She would look exhausted. “Zahin!” he thought. The thought of his baby brought a smile to his lips. The frown became less deep and the eyes softened. “In that the world's contracted thus,” Donne’s line rang true here. Naughty Zahin is their whole world. Nothing existed beyond.