Black Morning
Rohan and Charoen ordered for lemon tea and soaked into the atmosphere of the café. More youngsters poured in, talking loudly with a good amount of excitement thrown in. The topic was the same: the state and the hope it had given in equal measure. Soon Rohan went to buy a pen-drive from the one of the computer shops across the road. Charoen sipped lemon tea. A lady walked into the café, in a pair of blue jeans and white T-shirt. Resting her elbows on the counter, she spoke in a low tone to the man behind. Charoen squeezed her brow. She looks familiar, I’ve seen her somewhere. The lady got up and walked towards the entrance and was gone. Only when she left the shop did the name Shreyani strike Charoen. * Shreyani was a student of a local college. Her routine was as normal as an
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