Phoolguri was drenched in monsoon rains. The furious wet winds had hit this lost corner that hid under a veil of invisibility. Struggling through the windy rain and darkness of the late evening, Jadhav was inspecting the railway line bisecting the road at Phoolguri railway crossing. Walking through muddy puddles of rain in his rubber boots, he …
[Short Story] “A Train of Inspiration”
