I have a thorn down there

 


"That is the long and short of all that I got that day- An old bedsheet, few words, me and memories of cut pieces of her petticoat, Baba’s vests, pyjamas hanging in some obscure corner of the terrace, close to the water tank, smelling of rin soap and stale blood. Maa needs to get me sanitary pads, the ones many of my friends use or another king-size bed sheet maybe."

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