Rohan A. Desai Part One – The Arrival The city was still damp from the evening rain when Maya stepped out of the cab. The streets glistened with neon reflections, every puddle a trembling mirror that caught fragments of shop lights, passing headlights, and the restless pulse of Friday night. She adjusted the strap of her bag and drew her coat closer around her body, though the air wasn’t cold so much as alive with moisture. She could feel it clinging to her skin, making her aware of herself in a way that was both uncomfortable and strangely awakening. The…