(The Pujas are here, and this is a very short story I wrote a few years ago for a Puja special issue of I forget which newspaper. I think you might have to be from Calcutta to get this, but give it a shot anyway) Three in the morning. We’re sitting around, four of us, … Continue reading
It’s still a good way away, but the mighty Shyam has been tracked by our spy network, and chained to a pillar until he delivers the rest of Local Monsters. He’s almost halfway through the art now. Here’s a page he sent in a few days ago: