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Chapter 3. Life in mogra chawl

By Usha Raman
In Culture, Fiction, Humans
16 Min Read
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I was consciously aware of the blaring note of a popular song. ‘If I were a bird, I would fly to you my love, but it is raining heavily day and night.’ The song begins on a high note and descends gradually to a low note wherein the helpless beloved blames the rain which has dampened her aspirations. The song thrilled me and filled me with joy. The tune reverberated in the atmosphere. I hopped to...

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CHAPTER 2 TIES with family and society

By Usha Raman
In Poem
21 Min Read
C

Alifiya Khan was caught unawares in flood waters.  Frightened, we waded through the floodwaters under the Kelami bridge in Pehrauli.  The swirling waters under the bridge roared angrily.  Whirlpools were formed.   Ammi  directed the children to cross the railway lines but some of my friends like Gahanna were attracted by swirling waters.  He stood on the concrete wall watching.  I tried to cross...

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