Once my father’s three brothers parted ways, our house developed cracks
wherein even periwinkles and peepal refused to display their usual examples of resilience.
Some cracks were shallow, like the ones on my daadi’s hands. Others, devastating.
Like the one that ran across the length and the width of the water tank on our terrace.
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