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249 pages, Kindle Edition
Published January 25, 2019

Outside, a gentle breeze blew. The perfume they had sprayed all over her last night still clung to her now-crumpled bridal mekhela chador; the lengths of jasmine and tuberose coiled around her hair seemed to perk up again in the morning breeze. Their fragrances mingled with hints of other smells—the turmeric-and-black-gram scrub of her ritual bath, the sandalwood paste, the spanking new jewellery, the streak of oil in the parting of her hair over which her mother-in-law had applied vermilion during the joran ceremony, and the smoky hom, the wedding fire fuelled by ghee and mango-wood. In a heartbeat, she could breathe it all even now.
Wherever the shadow of the bus fell on the river, the water became blood-red in colour and the fish died. As the bus tore through the midnight silence with its screeching ghetleng, ghetleng sound, the fireflies in flight above burnt into ashes and vanished into the jungle.