Flashbacks: From Shloka to Roshni – Part IV

“Soup?” He repeated it like my dad did, when he meant, ‘You want me to believe that?’

Flashbacks: From Shloka to Roshni – Part III

“Ek hot and sour chicken soup,” J ordered.
“Soup?” The lady echoed

Flashbacks: From Shloka to Roshni – Part II

It was pitch dark. The first few steps and my foot banged a table. Ouch! A lighter flashed in that light.