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Little giants

February 5, 2015

She stopped in the middle of her hard labour. Her head still covered with cloth, padded to lighten the bricks that would pile on her head. A house will soon stand for the sweat of her brow and hard earned wage. She stopped to grab her little naked baby playing on the mountain of sand by the roadside. She smiled into his eyes, stuck him in the air admiring him all the way and sat him right back on her hip. Another tiny one tugged at a corner of her saree. Together they trailed into a hut, surely for a bite.

From the two little infants two giants will grow up. Maybe two burly men, who would then be too heavy for her to carry, cuddle or play with. Men who would have grown from all her love and sacrifice. But who knows what will become of her then?


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