“You want the story of the clod of earth and the dry leaf who journeyed to Kasi?”
Sanku shook his head to say no.
“The tale of the curly haired prince who saved the princess lost in the woods?”
He jerked his face away scornfully.
“The legend of Vikramaditya and the Ghoul?”
“ Tintin or Alice in Wonderland?”
Amma asked in a broken voice.
“You don’t watch cartoon films, do you, Ma?”
Sanku moved away and sat rooted to the TV with a packet of Kurkure.
As the rice balls got soaked in her tears of unspoken misery, mother swallowed her stories one by one.