He was so tiny, this little red infant. All infuriated wails and clenched fists in a wrinkled old man face. Handed to the eager couple, wrapped in a threadbare yellow paisley blanket, his greeting was an immediate loosening of the bowels that spread all over the new mother’s chest as she tried to clumsily embrace… Continue reading A Mirror That Looks Into The Subconscious – An Excerpt From Instruments of Torture by Aparna Sanyal
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