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She walked along the river’s edge. Picking up fallen flowers and shells, holding them in a bundle made from her dupatta’s cloth.
Today she would decorate her table, make it into a shrine; bring down the rusty typewriter, pay homage to the tool of her forgotten craft and begin what she had given up on long back