The unbearable truth.

The winter had set in, and the roads were filled with snow. The woollens were brought back from the suitcase which were hidden in the loft, all the summer months. There were three layers of clothing she wore today to school.

The teacher and other students were busy involved in the art class that was going on. She was supposed to paint with the brush, but couldn’t paint any more.

She realized that she could no longer hide the truth.
She went near the teacher and tugged at her sari, lifting up her little finger with the other hand silently.



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