Amma hugged her fiercely. She took Nazneen's wide face between her two palms and spoke to her:" if God wanted us to ask questions, he would have made us men."
She would never, so she said, wear a sari again. She was tired of taking little bird steps.
She longed to be enriched by this hardship, to cast off her childish baggy pants and long shirt and begin to wear this suffering that was as rich and deeply colored as the saris that enfolded Amma's troubled bones.
I am working for bricks.When I am gone to dust, they will be standing.
University is also close down. All students hold protest. They rallying for right to cheat. In my heart I support. Some who afford pay the professor fr tutoring by exam paper. To be fair all must have mean for equal cheating.
People said he was soft in his head, because he was always reading. Books had cracked him and the more cracked he became the more books he read. That's how he earned his name, Makku Pagla, or Lunatic Makku.
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