Short story - a yellow sari. Content Warning.
The Woman in the Yellow Saree- :
The first time I saw her, I was five. She stood at the far end of the street, where the old banyan tree drooped over the cracked pavement. A woman in a bright yellow saree, swaying like she belonged to another world. Her long black hair fell down her back, untouched by the humid wind that made everything else in Mumbai stick together—skin to skin, dust to sweat, past to present.
