Village Epilogue
Many years back yours truly wed and went to good old village in Haryana. Those days there were no mobile phones or internet. Primitive times when one didn't have loos in the house as well. One had to cover one's face completely and in the semi blind condition touch as many men's feet that came across to stumble upstairs reserved strictly for women. Here one could breathe a little easier. The senior men who had access to the upstairs bit coughed politely from the landing announcing their arrival.
Many things have changed including having a bathroom in the house but many remain unchanged.
The electricity is still erratic and in the dim light we captured the women dancing and saying mean things about the mother-in-law in their songs.
Bunty an old friend of Santo was delighted to see us. She was busy advising me on whom to give what. I seem to be perennially in need of advisers.
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