http://slow.writerscafe.org/ritaa_19 The original writings of author rita en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990543 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I am Treyah Chari.  I grew up in Chennai, a bustling metropolis on the south-eastern coast of India. I detested the city growing up. I hated its sweltering heat and oppressive humidity, its frequent power outages and perennial water shortage. I hated the city's seemingly interminable summer but.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ritaa_19/507600/ Deliberations Rahm was resting on the couch. I tiptoed for fear of rousing him. “Treyah,” he mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep. “Yes,” I murmured, hesitant to wake him up.  He had slept restlessly, the past couple of days. I knew this because I had h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ritaa_19/384534/ PROLOGUE Treyah Chari And I lay on the purple bed blowing rings of smoke, watching the white fumes swirl up, up and away, as if pulled by an invisible hand, away from the claustrophobic room. I looked up at the ceiling fan, an antiquity I hadn’t seen since my childhood days i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ritaa_19/368211/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ritaa_19/364936/