Isha Karki | Muna in Barish

Muna shuts the storeroom door as quietly as she can. Holding a just-waxed bundle of letters to her chest, she sticks out her head to check the bookshop floor. If she walks between the shelves on the far right, she can slip out unnoticed in ten heartbeats. The main door of the bookshop is propped open, the sun shining after what feels like a year of sodden clouds and sludged streets---she can’t wait to feel its warmth on her skin. | © 2023 by Isha Karki. Narrated by Janina Edwards. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices