A nice cup of tea

Helen sat at the kitchen table, her stomach in knots. She looked down at her hands, the paleness of her fingers contrasting with the dark wood. Her fingertips rested on a groove, and her face tensed as she remembered how it got there. ‘What are you doing?’ He shouted, and she flinched as he raised … Continue reading A nice cup of tea

A year in moments #15 – the ‘what have I got myself into, am-I-going-to-die?’ moment

I was told I was to accompany Sandeepan’s husband later that day to some accommodation outside of Shimla. It seemed like an instruction rather than a request. I was in Northern India and had connected with a family who ran an NGO which helped with the education and empowerment of women and remote villages. They … Continue reading A year in moments #15 – the ‘what have I got myself into, am-I-going-to-die?’ moment