chhori's ears perk up at the sound of the bells. the pooja continues in the front porch. i am not a part of it. station ids, news flash, scroll updates- i'm more at home in this world of clicks. real people are at a distance. i'm burrowing within myself.
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Mamu touched my hair the other day and said: This is not the hair of the girl I birthed. What did you do to your hair? I touched my hair, im... -
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