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girl was mere a hideous worm or dirty baggage for ‘nai mummy’ whom papa was
much enamored with. Weeping alone all afternoon, she pressed a photograph to
her chest and recalled evenings’ playing with her mother in park. It entered
excitedly holding her ball in its jaw. Hugging her dog tightly she cried ‘mammaaa’! 
As he sat there, drops of tear fell from his eyes. He whispered sorry and said “please, please forgive me darling” again and again.
He apologized for all that she had gone through: loneliness, depression, trauma, poverty.
He again came forward and requested her to come back. But she didn’t reply,
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for graves don’t speak.
Since poor and illiterate, they wondered why their anemic teenage daughter fainted frequently.
Thus they went to a famous ‘tantrik baba’ who announced she was possessed.Baba took their semi-conscious daughter to a dark room for ‘treatment’. They were relieved that the evil spirit was gone.
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But only she knew what else she had lost.....
