Would you like to know the story of a strange widow in Banaras? Read on to know more... I saw her dismount from the media van quite like a tigress on a prowl and scurry through the famous labyrinths of Banaras towards us. I sat where I always do, on the edge of a crumbling whitewashed staircase; from where I could see the mighty sun drown into the holy Ganges and the serpentine lanes of Banaras. Savitri and Gudiya, my ashram mates sat next to me, rearranging the pleats of their clumsy white sarees. Gudiya, who was the youngest...
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Avanti
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Avanti holds a post graduate degree in management. She started her professional career with CitiFinancial and then moved to teaching management students at Rai Foundation. A mother to two wonderful children, she steals whatever little time she can fr...
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