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"Can we have some more chutney, ma?" one of the aachars (priests) said and I instantly re-tucked a part of my saree to where it draped the right side of my waist and carried the vessel full of chutney to bend down to where they were seated with their plates and serve them. Seva (service),...

Burning

One of the best things I know how to do is write. It is one of the things I do when I cannot scream. When I cannot describe the depths of the things I feel. There is a volcano in my chest. Waiting to erupt every now and then. Sometimes, I am proud of the...