The Wistful Petal
I, Usha Nair, am a clerk who has spent twelve years filing wage slips in the Bombay textile mill, and I am currently suspended for stealing a ledger that proves my foreman, Mr. Raghavan, has been skimming from the workers’ funds. The rain has stopped, but the courtyard remains slick, reflecting the grey light of a sky that refuses to clear. I stand here with the unopened pay packet in my hand,...
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