Death Is So Random, Yaar: An Excerpt from Karan Madhok’s A Beautiful Decay

Suno now, listen to me: I thought about Papa when it happened. About his ballooned rosy cheeks, his thick square moustache. About his commanding voice from the head of the dinner table, silencing every other sound in the room. It’s strange, but you must believe me: the mind works in un-fucking-controllable ways. You can’t plan… Continue reading Death Is So Random, Yaar: An Excerpt from Karan Madhok’s A Beautiful Decay