Old Friend #Friday Fictioneer

A gift from her father, the scooty was a symbol of Nirmala’s independece.  “Nimmo, this is for you,” Nirmala still remembered the day when her father presented her the set of keys. There was resistance. “So much freedom for a girl is not good,” said grandma, “she has to go to her in laws.” But... Continue Reading →

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