I still cannot fathom why R Cube left me. There is no one to light an agarbatti for me in the human world anymore. I know R Cube is a robot and I am a ghost, but R Cube is sentient now. And in order ...

The wooden floorboards of the staircase are strewn with photographs. Even though they are sepia-toned, that is just a new Instagram filter. I am perusing a file in the room we call the “sun” room: ...