Excerpt from Smell

by Sa’adat Hasan Manto

Read by Emma Rye

It was a day during the rainy season – a day just like today. Outside the window, the leaves of the peepal tree stood drenched in the rain. A young woman from the hills, a ghatan, was lying curled up against Randheer on the spring mattress of this very same teak bed, which had now been moved away from the window a bit.

Beyond the window, the leaves washed by the rain quivered like earrings in the milky darkness of the night, very much like the shivers the girl clinging to him sent coursing through his body.

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