The Possible Outcomes of Sharing by Shreyonti Chakraborty

The Possible Outcomes of Sharing by Shreyonti Chakraborty

It was monsoon in Mumbai. I looked out the bus window and saw water hung like a sheet between the sky and the ground, too dense to discern its falling. I had a six-week internship with the design school at the Indian Institute of Technology, and it was my first day. Outside campus was Mumbai’s chaos—cars raring to go, trucks honking for dear life, vendors singing their commercial chants, and more ant-like human bodies milling about than the intersection could handle.

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.