Anwesha Roy Chapter 1 – When the Lights Went Out The night air of Kolkata was heavy with humidity, a restless monsoon evening when the clouds hung low over the city and the streets carried the smell of wet tram tracks, diesel, and frying telebhaja from small roadside stalls. Riddhi walked briskly, her umbrella folded and damp at her side, a canvas tote bag stuffed with manuscripts brushing her hip at each step. She had spent the entire afternoon at College Street, haggling with secondhand sellers for rare copies of novels long out of print, and then at her publishing…
