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- By Devanshi D'Souza
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- Short Story
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I finished my daily work and was heading back home hurriedly with crisp notes of 5 hundred’s in my soiled hands.
My area smells of dry fish and chicken. My house is made of 4 cement walls and a patraa with holes. The diwaal putty was almost falling off and made a wonderful abstract design with shredded paint. The small cracks on the floor are perfect fissures for the ants.