Backwards Feet by Shreyonti Chakraborty

Backwards Feet by Shreyonti Chakraborty

There was one unspoken rule: don't go beyond the gates. If we did go out and cross the main road, we’d find ourselves in the village that had been consumed by our locality. The one time when, consumed by adventure, we’d try to sneak past the sleeping security guard at the gate, Ma'd spotted me on the way back from the high school across the main road she taught at.