The Making of Memories

“I don’t have a family.” Ammu looks glum as she sits beside her appa, her knees drawn to her chest. I am feeding Laddu across the room. My ears perk up but I do not turn, waiting instead to hear what propelled that comment. I hear Saathi’s voice, a hint of amusement in it. “What […]
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Published on November 05, 2016 18:11
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