Short Story
Could this beautiful child truly possess such a horrid affliction?
As if in response, Swami Haridas marched over to yank the tape from her mouth; he sprang back nervously. For several moments, nothing happened. Anamika stared into the faces of the gaping men; their eyes, glinting, devoid of mercy, awakened only memories of imprisonment: of suffering, of crushing loneliness.
Reviewed by: Kartikeya Shekhar