Cleverly pleated saree, jasmines tucked in her plait, curves that belied her respectable-mother-of-two status- she looked and felt good. Was it any wonder that she rose much before the city and bustled to her work-place where half a dozen urbane dwellers awaited the bai‘s arrival, as regular and trust-worthy as the clocks on their creamy walls.


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4 Responses to Gajra

  1. Balchan says:

    Kind thoughts. Thank God for the kamvalee bais. Aane se uske, aaye bahaar…. !

  2. dewdrop says:

    Loved the title, even more the story 🙂 Quite indispensible they are !

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