Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories

KANAI SPOTTED HER the moment he stepped onto the crowded platform: he was deceived neither by her close-cropped black hair nor by her clothes

There was no bindi on her forehead and her arms were free of bangles and bracelets,