The Last Fifth (Part 1 of 2)
by Naru Dames Sundar
Anur slumbered under the ledge of the sloping walkway, leaning on the housing of a small flower strewn altar to Ganesh. Rain plinked onto the jasmine-filled votive bowls that lined the altars on the opposite wall. Anur blinked his eyes open, looking sideways at shafts of light breaking across the falling drops, shimmering gold as they drizzled onto the row of Shiva-lingam jutting out from the wall. The narrow street still looked dry, yet the rain continued. The voices of two men spoke across the pitter patter of the falling drops.
“Do you trust the buyer, Kalan? Can he really get Pankaj out of that mountain hell-hole?”
“The buyer has a reputation to uphold, Bale. And I promised Amma that I would get him out somehow –”
“It leaves us very… exposed.”
“We’re exposed by being who we are, Bala. All or nothing, my friend, all or nothing.” (Continue Reading…)