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So instead of staying home, I packed a small bag, boarded the bus, and set off for my in-laws’ village, determined to surprise them.
The Shock at the Gate
It wasn’t the sight of my mother-in-law watering the tulsi plant, nor my father-in-law sweeping the yard with his usual calm grace. What froze me in place was the row of baby diapers fluttering from the clothesline.
Dozens of them. Some stained with milk, others with yellow marks.