Meenaxi A Tale Of Three Cities ((link)) -

The old woman smiled. “Because you’ve been here before. In another city. In another life.”

That night, Meenaxi sat on her balcony and listened to the distant sound of trains. She thought of Madras, of jasmine and broken promises. She thought of Bombay, of the sea and a man who kissed her forehead in the rain. She thought of Delhi, of a stranger who saw her true name. meenaxi a tale of three cities

“Then mine is that I have none.”

Meenaxi froze.