Karineela

I happened to read a novella by K R Meera. Karineela. Dark blue, it roughly translates to. It talks about Sin. Sin as sweet as my lover’s honeyed skin, as black as the night, when it was committed. She talks of infidelity. She likens herself to a serpent spreading the venom of debauchery. She talks…

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“I hope you are happy.” A comfortable bubble of silence was burst by her shrill, needle-like voice. “I would like to think so,” I replied, in jest, almost nonchalantly. “Let me rephrase. I hope you are happy about what you did to her.” “We are not going to have an argument about this now. We…