The rain had been falling since afternoon, soaking the streets of the small town. Thunder rolled in the distance, and the river Ashnara overflowed quietly beside the park. Inside a dimly lit café near Ashnara Park, four men sat at a corner table, enjoying hot pakoras and steaming cups of tea. The café wasn’t fancy—just a roadside shack with tin sheets rattling in the rain—but it was the only lively place in the sleepy town.
The Weeping House of Ashnara - Part 1
The rain had been falling since afternoon, soaking the streets of the small town. Thunder rolled in the distance, the river Ashnara overflowed quietly beside the park. Inside a dimly lit café near Ashnara Park, four men sat at a corner table, enjoying hot pakoras and steaming cups of tea.The café wasn’t fancy—just a roadside shack with tin sheets rattling in the rain—but it was the only lively place in the sleepy town.The four friends had grown close in a short span of time. Two were police officers newly posted here, one was the postmaster, and the last was ...Read More