Names
Dec 6th, 2019 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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“Mihir let us call our daughter Roja or else Shahad?”
I am now being dragged by my hair through the courtyard, then the terracotta floor of hanuman mandir, the broken scalps of which kept poking my menstrual pad. Crying hysterically, I pleaded “Only Hindu names from now. No Muslim.”
Nani, plastering dung cakes for the winter, Raja beta biting nails in anticipation, and Mantu my sister-in-law licking her middle finger out of the pickle jar as Mihir unburdened his hands off my hair with a thundering jolt of Indra.
Later, men smoking bidi took my bleeding body to Shamshan Ghat.
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