The Orphan and the Empty Heart

Tue, 04 Aug 2026 06:39:37 +0000

The sun over Maharashtra's drought belt did not merely shine it punished. It turned the earth into cracked ceramic and the air into something you chewed rather than breathed. In the village of Vithalwadi, where the houses were stacked like tired bricks against the horizon, the single general store served as both marketplace and gathering hole for men with nowhere better to be.