Serpent s Tale
Anish heard the cobra before he saw it. For a brief beery moment, he thought the hissing was just the sound of his urine falling into the shrubbery. But then he opened one scrunched-up eye, squinting against the gaudy afternoon sunshine, and saw movement. He opened the other eye as well and peered into the leafy dimness of the thicket into which he was relieving himself. That was when he saw it. The flat, shiny head swaying gently like a banana leaf in the breeze. The beady dark eyes; The...