On the third day of Navratri, I dropped in on a family friend. I thought she’d be enjoying a happy, retired life (later understood that it’s an oxymoron when it comes to women).
On the third day of Navratri, I dropped in on a family friend. I thought she’d be enjoying a happy, retired life (later understood that it’s an oxymoron when it comes to women).
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