“Shubh Mahuurat hai bhabi” declared Panditji
The plum banarasi and Nani’s jadoa were laid out. The haldi, chandan and kumkum for the tilak.
Did someone call the shehnaiwalla? The jalebis were piping hot.
She was blushing to see her man.
He never came for her. Ten years ago.
The therapist poured a glass of water.
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