Fiction “Why am I so black when you are so fair?” Veena asked her mother fondly touching the latter’s hand. “They call me Black Beauty in the school.” “Ask your father,” said mother who was busy cooking the dinner. Father was dark in complexion, that’s what mother really meant. But Veena had not grasped that. She went to her father since he was a better friend than mother. The only reason why she had bothered to ask mother was that when her first bleeding took place it was to mother that father directed her summarily. That was just a few days ago. “There are some things that only your mother can explain,” father had said. Veena thought that the colour of the skin was also as mysterious a matter as the blood that came out from the unmentionable part of her body. “You got my colour, dear,” said father putting aside Akhil Sharma’s Family Life which he was reading. “Don’t you like it?” Veena’s nose twitched and her lips pouted. She realised that she had been u
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