Narayan kaka’s observant eyes did not miss much. As he cradled his nephew of a few hours lovingly in his arms, he noticed that the bundle of joy, kicking freely on being delivered from his mother’s womb, had a tiny little hole near the top of his left ear lobe. He didn’t want to upset the infant’s mother Minal by drawing her attention to that identification mark.
The cracks in the brown earth
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