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sacks on their shoulders. Of the last such body to come out, the
torso is missing both arms and a leg. It is covered only in a tattered
loin cloth and nothing else.
The next day Akash’s body is returned to his desolate
mother at the other end of the country. The rough wooden crate
carrying his remains jostles for space with designer luggage in the
cargo hold of an aeroplane. His hunger satisfied, Akash is finally
flying.
Devyani Borade writes on the humor and pathos of everyday
life. Her fiction, nonfiction, and art have appeared in
magazines across the world. Visit her website Verbolatry at
http://devyaniborade.blogspot.com to contact her and read
her other work.
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