She stares blankly at the dripping fifty rupee note. She hears appa's voice, "We might be poor but noone can call us thieves". Chikki doesn't have pencils for school. Babbla's so sick he can't stand. Her heart breaking inconsequentially, she tucks the note into her blouse. Honour is perfectly fine, when you can afford it.
Note: Chockie Reviews are a Work In Progress. I haven't abandoned them (yet)
Showing posts with label Chronicles-The Bai (55s). Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chronicles-The Bai (55s). Show all posts
Wednesday, February 28
Sunday, February 18
Anticipation
As Wiseling said, we present THE BAI CHRONICLES. Pliss to like them.
They sat in the big laundry hamper, eyes round, waiting for her next word. "And then, Bai?" they asked. She savoured the moment. The smell of fresh cotton enveloped them. She folded a shirt, Ralph Lauren. An alphabet-string. She looked up at the shining faces. She wanted to cry. They would pay with attention.
They sat in the big laundry hamper, eyes round, waiting for her next word. "And then, Bai?" they asked. She savoured the moment. The smell of fresh cotton enveloped them. She folded a shirt, Ralph Lauren. An alphabet-string. She looked up at the shining faces. She wanted to cry. They would pay with attention.
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