Opinion
Desert Dreams (Short Story)
In the molten morning mist, when Kathmandu’s callous clouds cleared, Ramchandra left, clutching a crumpled copy of a visit visa, a dream drenched in desert winds, and a mother’s muffled prayers folded into his chest pocket. He had seen the shimmering skyscrapers of Sharjah in Facebook feeds, the sunsets over Dubai’s dunes, and believed that
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