Kusum never intended to keep it private. It was a joke for her, she made fun of her situation, her cock-eyed face and the colour of her skin, her husband and the other women.
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Stories From domestic violence
Every now and then Phuli could see against the backdrop of her blistered wall, shadows of people walking by the lane hurriedly. The street light entered briskly through the broken, wooden shutters of her window, int...