I made this logo, I really did! a fictional short story by Gaurav Rastogi The Restless Sannyasi Deva Ananda Mishtiqiya was distraught. Late January in southern India is as pleasant a time as you can get on the plateau. Nights are nippy, slightly cold, and the days smell of Valentine roses, “First Class Export Quality” as they say here. Deva Ananda had been sleeping fitfully for the last three nights, and had been restless and sweaty all day. He couldn’t think of anything... Read more