Mohit

Mohit checked his skin in the full-length mirror for the 100th time. It was time to go. He was not 100% happy with the new cream the Kirana store uncle had thrust on his face, assuring him of 200% results.

Savitri Bhongade called out from the kitchen, “Mohit, get ready quickly. We must leave the house before 10 a.m.”

Mohit heard his mom’s distraught voice and noted her worry. She wanted him to settle. A wife. A couple of kids in a few years. A new house. A bigger car. She dreamt of preen...