Our eyes would be fixed on the box, hoping to get a fleeting peek inside. Would its touch be steely? Or had smooth feel of those notes? We couldn’t imagine if it were heavy like Maa’s salt container or feathery like ghee’s.
Rashmi Agrawal
RASHMI AGRAWAL copywrites for a living and is proud to have slogged as a software professional in her previous life. She often writes by a big window, looking at the greenery around. She thinks she writes to rest her chaotic imaginations but ends up giving them wings. When not writing, she listens to audiobooks and daydreams of publishing books drafted during the annual NaNoWriMo. Her words are available in Bending Genres, Scrawl Place, Brilliant Flash Fiction, and elsewhere.
