A. Dev Menon 1 The train ride from Ernakulam to Fort Kochi was slow and blurred with rain, the landscape melting into green paddy fields and red-tiled roofs beneath the gray monsoon sky. Mira Thomas sat by the window, her notebook unopened on her lap, her thoughts adrift. The smell of damp earth and old train seats mingled in the air, but it was the silence inside her that weighed most heavily. Just a week ago, she had packed up her apartment in Mumbai, returned the engagement ring to a velvet box, and walked away from a relationship that had…
