An honour killing
It was a summer day, somewhere in the hinterlands of the grain belt. atleast that's what the school children read. the inhabitants knew otherwise. true, it produced grain, lots of it, but it also produced rapes on a huge scale. pooja knew this. she had heard how their grandmother came to their village, carried away by the local politician from the house of a clerk. they also knew they could never escape. their neice (you read that right) had tried and died for it. it became a favourite of...