Life of an Indian Woman
On a cold and snowy December evening, Sameena was sitting in front of the fireplace, the flames dancing around lighting the magazine She was reading while sipping her warm tea. She held her breath, closing her eyes as if to block out a physical image, but the past crashed down on her despite what she wanted. Sameena was chewing her lip in nervous agitation. Sameena's 55 right now but when this all started she was just a k**. At this age, her restlessness is being driven by her memories:...