LOTS OF FOLK WOULD FALL OVER IN HAPPY SHOCK!!!!
Shanta stood at the gate, baby on her hip and watched as her seven year old son accompanied his friend, down the road to the school gate. She squinted against the sun, cheek bruised, eye red and swollen, finely arched eyebrow cut, shushing and rocking her 9 month old baby. She needed to get back indoors, the chores waited. There was breakfast to be made for him when he woke up. He had the 11 to 7 shift, his clothes needed laying out, his shoes polishing and his lunch cooked.
Mano, the scrawny elderly neighbour with the pinched face and censoring eyes watched Shanta watch her son leave. Her companion, Meenu continued her invective about Shanta, “that useless good-for-nothing woman, waste that she is. It is no wonder that her husband puts her in her place!” Mano nodded her agreement and agreed that the “neighbourhood had gone to the…
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