
The next morning, I got all freshened up, fixing my hair, jeans clinging right, and tee knotted just above the waist. Iโm dropping Meenu Didi at her place.
Ma sat cross-legged, eyes closed; Meenu knelt beside her, stiff; she looked up as I entered. For a second, her eyes locked on mine, wide, unblinking, Guilt, unmistakable.

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