..sawan bhado are two monsoon months humid and wet, life becomes intolerable for many , ordinary people look at their fans and then at the sky overcast , praying to god , o lord shower your mercy let rain fall down or at least let the fans move its so humid and suffocating amongst them all was grandmother nasrat of twenty year old rabab, rabab frankky hated summers because they were steaming hot , the house was barely a room with a small yard , for the kitchen it was nerely one person s standing soace and squeezy , just one sgelf was fixed and the whole kitchen was literally built up on it , rabab would wash the bathroom floor at least ten times before going in for a bath but the floor bever shone , nusrat would affectionately try to make her fondest grand daughter understand life was not easy to which she would react dadi dear had you gone abroad with chachu you could have comfirtably stayed in some old age home but you aggressively refused to leave dadaji buried for years in his grave alone
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