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After the meeting; women disappeared fast. Except one.
“Come to my home,” the middle aged Rakhama mavashi ordered.
I knew so less about her, that I decided to take the opportunity.
After a cup of tea, she asked, “Can you write a letter for me?”
I was glad to help her.
She brought a post-card.
She told me what to write. I wrote.
It was clear that she was writing to her husband.
In those ten minutes, I understood the story of her life.
“Address?” I asked.
“I do not know”, she said.
“No one knows”, added her little daughter.