Staring blankly at the dripping fifty rupee note, she turned it over in her hand. Dinner for three nights. Crocin for Babbla who was sick. New pencil box for Chikki. Maybe some Mogras and a toothy smile. She looked down at her calloused hands, straightened her back and got up from the bathroom floor.
"Meemshaab."
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Wednesday, March 7, 2007
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Wow. I'm in love. With this.
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