Jaya heard the voice but remained with her thoughts.
“Hello there”, the voice wafted in again.
Jaya looked around but failed to determine the source.
“Who is this?” she murmured.
“I am, or rather was, your home”.
“Do homes speak?’ Jaya asked with some incredulity.
“Yes they do, but in a different way. Who else brings the endless reservoir of peace and comfort into the lives of its occupants? Like I did for you”.
Excerpt from the story ‘Faultlines’.
Book of the Month, Nazm -e- Hayat literary award winner.