Short Story: The Flatmate

Ganesh Venkatraman shares a tender story of humanity and the bonds we form beyond blood and love.

When I got back from a business trip, something in my room felt… off.

It wasn’t messy. In fact, it was a little too tidy. My pillow looked like someone had bothered to fluff it. A different brand of toothpaste had appeared beside the sink. A used razor, not mine, lay in the bin.

I walked out to the hall. Kamali was folding clothes on the sofa.

She looked up and smiled faintly. “Back early?”