Lajjo knew there was no escape to it but still the tears refused to stop. How could she do it? Her little baby, her child, wouldn’t she even get to see her face? Feel her little hand entwine on her fingers, know the delight of watching her small lips cry out “Ma” for the first time? She had spent her childhood playing with dolls & getting them married off. Won’t she get a chance to see her daughter off, bedecked in finery with the choicest je … Read More
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