The Thief by Devarakonda Balagangadhara Tilak

The moonlight was dim. Gopal was walking in the darkness under the trees. Clad in a knee length dhoti, a snug undershirt ¬†clinging to his chest and a small knife tucked under his waist, he felt confident and bold .He still tasted the sour country liquor on and off in his throat. He had taken…… Continue reading The Thief by Devarakonda Balagangadhara Tilak