An elderly lady, demonetisation and a bitter truth. Read on to know more... Pushpa roused herself from her almost somnolent state in front of the TV. Though she did not feel hungry, she knew she had to eat dinner. With an effort, she heaved herself out of the sofa she had been sitting in. Her arthritic limbs creaked as she made her way to the kitchen. The tube light there was flickering sulkily. It would give up the ghost any time now. “I must call the electrician tomorrow,” she said to herself, “I hope I remember to, though!” ...
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C. V. Lakshmi
Member Since: 20 Aug, 2014
Lakshmi is still trying to figure out if she is a writer pretending to be a home-maker, or the other way around. She freely admits that most of the time her head is in the clouds. However, her feet are almost always on the ground. Incidentally, that ...
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