The memory of the two army personnel knocking on my door on a Saturday afternoon in 2009 and what happened after that is still too fresh
Takbeer Salati
Editor
It was raining heavily. I remember the house still. Its rustic maroonish gate with a bronze handle had roses growing on the side of it. The house would smell of a special kind of itr and when it would rain it would smell of Bobaji's kohl which she had bought from Nepal.
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