Tigers and Old Furniture Vinayak Singh It was too hot to sleep in there. The fan ticked along lightly, barely giving any relief to the poor souls beneath it. The air hung still and stiff, wringing out sweat from even the most lightly dressed. Light shone through the cracks in the curtains, with the passing trucks and cars painting feverish vistas on the walls. Still, his cousins snored away, sweaty foreheads and all. He tossed and turned to no avail, […] Continue Reading