Bench Under The Yellow Tree

You know that place on the edge of town past that day old godown, where the road suddenly turn bad and end at dim lake. There's a broken bridge there. No one ever finished it. It stop midway, as if so...

Kritika SonkarI am Kritika Sonkar, author of Bench Under The Yellow Tree. I write about broken bridges, empty benches, and people who run from what they feel. This is my debut with Bribooks, capturing the quiet parts we carry with us.