The Ephemeral times of life

Chapter 1: *Dew*  Dawn touched the marigolds. Dew glittered, then vanished by noon. Dadu whispered, “Beauty never stays. It only asks to be noticed.” I blinked. The magic was gone. But the seeing stay...

Riya SamalThe author writes from Bhayandar, Maharashtra. Her debut novel is an experimental work of flash fiction, told in standalone chapters of ephemeral times. Through spare, lyrical prose, it traces the quiet architecture of healing.