Charulata Panigrahi

Kalaivaani

We played hopscotch on the narrow street outside our houses. I visited her typical Brahmin household to watch old Hindi movies on her then-in-vogue black and white television set while her soft spoken pirate eyed mother made some strong coffee, the smell making me wonder in my little mind whether her husband left her because […]

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