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 poverty
Kaashi clearly remembers how badly he was thrashed by her Baba for he had asked for things not meant for them: they deserved nothing better than boiled corns that formed a thick broth.
Since then there’d been no looking back. He had spent the next twelve years developing his empire. Then greed had got the better of him and he’d made a deal with the devil. Now it seemed as if it was time to pay.
He found perspiring men having heated telephonic arguments regarding diya orders and broken pieces of earthenware scattered on the lanes. It was the busiest time of the year in Dharavi - it was three days before Diw...