ISSN (Print) - 0012-9976 | ISSN (Online) - 2349-8846

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A Friend across the Toilet Door

An unlikely friendship between two women emerges in the most unexpected of places.

My stomach churned. A variety of dals, vegetables and parathas with mixed grains, rotis stretched thin, and rice, salad, and papad; all the affluence of the otherwise poor village was spread on the table. I ate my way through the spread slowly, over the danger of stomach growls and burps, before giving up.

“You’ve hardly eaten anything,” the sarpanch said. I pushed one final morsel down my throat and smiled at him, “This is more than what I eat in an entire week.” Then, I called his daughter, Rila, and told her that I needed to use the toilet.

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Updated On : 22nd Mar, 2019
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