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After a while, his mother, parched with thirst, asked for water. An earthen pot stood under a ghaf tree, but it was forbidden for Dalits to touch it.
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After a while, his mother, parched with thirst, asked for water. An earthen pot stood under a ghaf tree, but it was forbidden for Dalits to touch it.
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Shuklaburhi’s father-in-law, Sri Bamacharan Prodhani, was a renowned man from Kalahaat village near Dhubri town.
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The hall was filled with hungry diners. She served the dishes on each plate as if it were her own body she had cooked.
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This is the way Nani is. Fire, one moment; cool water, the next. Even her rage is special.
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Days would pass before she ate even a morsel of food … and there was no one to ask after her either.
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Dastgir transported farm produce for large farmers and worked as a cook whenever he could.
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His mind drifted back to the hunger pangs that had plagued him from the beginning, a familiar sensation that…