"Sardar ji, kithey?" Preeto called out from inside the kitchen. Sardar ji went about tying his turban around the frown lines on his forehead. He wrapped the final end of the cloth and tucked it inside securely. "Main kahya ji, where are you going now?" Preeto emerged from the kitchen, her hands covered with wet … Continue reading THE VICTIMS
She wasn't willing to feed more mouths with her family's share. Babies were tender and vulnerable, you see. They tended to pop anything in their mouths - even poisonous berries.
her trembling hands couldn't even hold them for a minute. They dropped to the floor and scattered with the wind from the whirring fan. Sweat beads dripped down her forehead and soaked her kurta. "I'll show her!" She grit her teeth and clenched her stubby fingers, digging her long painted nails into her skin.