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Why am I "Juztamom"?
Monday, 19 January 2015
Sita was late again. She saw the railway track “In a few seconds I can be free.”
the milk came rushing to her chest; where she had nestled together the pain, the joy, and the duty of being a mother.
At home Ram waits with a stick in hand.
Linking this post to The Fiction Challenge: From 15 to 50 January 2015.
Shailaja V of The Moving Quill.
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