12

Back to the Village

Gauri stood in the kitchen doorway the next morning, hands clutching the edge of her dupatta. The bungalow was quiet — family still asleep, servants just beginning their day. She had packed a small cloth bag in the night.

She had decided. She would go home. To the village.

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