As I sat alone in this lonely, dingy office away from all the action I was missing, my new boss calls for me from his oh-so-huge cabin. And the first thing he sees, are my breasts.
It was 9 pm and Nungambakkam railway station was in its normal Friday night torpor of tired commuters going home, shop-keepers checking the clock and the lighting in power save mode. Only, this was not any other day. Earlier in the morning, this station had hit the national headlines for the gruesome murder of aContinue reading “Nungambakkam at night: Has Swathi changed it all for us suburban commuters?”