Meenaxi A Tale Of Three Cities < TRENDING — SERIES >

She did not go back to Karthik. She did not call Rohit. Instead, she wrote a poem for the first time since her father’s funeral. It began:

“Then mine is that I have none.”

That night, Meenaxi sat on her balcony and listened to the distant sound of trains. She thought of Madras, of jasmine and broken promises. She thought of Bombay, of the sea and a man who kissed her forehead in the rain. She thought of Delhi, of a stranger who saw her true name. meenaxi a tale of three cities