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Horizon: A forbidden Indian love story

“Kshitija  is the place where the sky and sea meet” he said, nodding to himself as he wiped his hands on dirty trousers, not looking at me. “Horizon”, I whispered weaving my fingers into my hair and not being able to take my eyes off his. Shrugging, he countered, “Means the same, but mine’s more poetic.” I was only ten but I knew I had fallen in love with a nameless boy I met at the railroads every day.

Horizon: A forbidden Indian love story