“Ok, sorry. Need to go in. Let’s talk again” Apologised Rani. She left the
remainder of the clothes in the red bucket and carried it in the house, water
dripping all over the concrete pavement that served as the Maniam’s driveway.

“Coming dear! Just a minute. Just a minute”.

































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