Fiction Weird spectres haunted Sreelakshmi’s dreams night after night. They had the shapes of the rapists whose images she had seen in newspapers day after day. Sabka Saath, Sabka Balaatkar has become the motto of the country, it seems, Sreelakshmi muttered to herself as she walked into grandma’s room. “Grandma,” Sreelakshmi said more affectionately than ever. Grandma smiled. She was familiar with the various shades of her granddaughter’s affection. She put aside her rudraksha mala and said, “What brings my beloved here now? Isn’t it time to get ready for school?” “Holiday today,” Sreelakshmi said without the cheer that is usually associated with holidays. “ Hartal . Some political party is observing hartal today because some of their members were prevented by the police from beating up members of some other party.” Grandma smiled her toothless smile. Her gums grinned and Sreelakshmi was not frightened because she was familiar with the gri
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