Drought and the Dry Harvest

I looked around the hall filled with relatives and friends. Everyone had come to celebrate the event. The scream from within was rising, but I quickly quelled the urge. At ninety, I did not wish to make a fool of myself. Adjusting the Gadwal saree, I wondered whether the person who bought the saree liked the colour. Why else would anyone buy a bright pink border saree for a ninety-year-old? In the buying spree for the event, my saree purchase could have been an afterthought anyway. I shouldn’t be so mean, lest I become a bemoaning witch in my old age!

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