Kamal Ghorui
Invisibility cloaks, and trains arriving at Platform No. Nine and Three-Quarters, should ideally be a part of the extramarital universe. Affairs run on adrenaline and banana peels. One slip, and you are running between divorce lawyers and paternity tests.
If the tryst itself consists of soft music, dim lights, and a lot of eye contact, the planning beforehand must resemble an elaborate espionage system, of clockwatching, ready-made alibis, frantic excuses, and the mention of somewhere else you just have to be, right now. Keeping it cool and casual, even as the heart beats fast, palms are sweaty, and stomach is in knots…
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