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Some countless weeks ago, when the entire country went under lockdown, P my elder one announced that he would be the newest Dishwashing executive of the Datta household. I, of course, nodded sagely, as only skeptical mothers would. Now P is the laziest young man I had encountered in a while and he had a sidekick—Jyo. Would P dump his duties on Jyo’s unsuspecting shoulders? Would the weeks ahead be filled with dramas and meltdowns? I was curious.
The bird on your window ledge does not owe you her song; she has her babies to feed. Your best friend has her business to take care. The sibling is far away busy with his bosses and colleagues.
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It was the river’s turn that night. As big, white clouds began to float over us, she began. I listened.
“Durga loved the sounds of the forest. In the village, as shadows darkened and people would lock their doors and latch their windows, Durga would wait. For the faint rustle of the nameless leaf somewhere not far away. The hurried scurrying of a rabbit and the fox as they disappeared into the bushes. The owl that would start to hoot, even as she tried to keep her sleep at bay, the huge Sal tree that breathed easy in her backyard and finally, the occasional deep snore of the beast.