The Reading List

by Sara Nisha Adams

Mukesh hadn’t been able to sleep in his own bed, because being in there alone felt like being in someone else’s home entirely.

they proved again and again that where there was a will, there was always a way.

There was something magical in that – in sharing a world you have loved; allowing someone to see it through the same pair of spectacles you saw it through yourself.

‘No. It was a happy time, and I can’t regret happiness.’