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The Girl in Gol Bazaar, Ganganagar

Dawn crept quietly over the sleeping Ganganagar. I saw father waddling about the house, rubbing his hands under the nipping blanket of winter. Though he was covered up with an overcoat over a couple of warm shirts, he was quivering and looked somewhat frail.             I climbed down my bed and walked to verandah. I […]

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