Shawadi By Silma Ahamed –

She clutches her shawadi to her bosom, cradling it as if it were the most precious thing she has.  “Thangachi..”, I gently call her. She doesn’t respond. I see her hands tighten around her shawadi with clenched fists that show her knuckles white. She rocks herself, I’m not sure if …

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