Going home was her only dream, eventually, she gets a chance. Or does she? Read on to know more... Seven in the morning is midnight for the lane I live in. Around noon, when life stirs in the tiny rooms that form our home, even the stray dogs nurse a hangover. Usually, I would also be dealing with the after-effects of cheap liquor, but I didn’t drink last night because today is a special day. It is my son’s birthday. Like every year, I am up early making payesh with rice, milk, jaggery, and generous amounts of cashew and...
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