In Living Memory, Ganpatpatil Nagar, Thoughts from a Nation in Flux, Peril
January A thin fire is the only light in the long alley, otherwise dark except for a narrow sliver of light shining out of the uneven skirting of Sangita’s rough, shapeless door- it cuts a strange beam across the uneven dirt road or kacchi gali in the light winter mist, resting, diffused, as a narrow […]
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