Icicle Woes

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The dark decay of her teeth adorn the hollows of her mouth, casually, like icicles hanging off eaves on cold wintery morning. Vasu was on board the Dadar express examining the singularity of her dental status in its tiny washroom mirror, standing lifted on her toes, looking for a change of countenance. There was none. She looked at it not with the concern of thought but merely with the diversion of appeal, a tendency of habit to investigate her most distinguishing feature. “Puchipallu Bombaikaari” (The Bombay girl with infested teeth) she thought to herself, as her maternal grandpa liked to tease her, running her tongue along the jagged edges of her mismatched incisors. The staggering sight did not bother her. Vasu was eight, a lot of things did not bother her. Her mother who stood outside keeping guard, knocked softly on the door, but Vasu did not open it right away, instead, she watched the train in motion through the toilet, a travelling gaping hole on the floor, on its way to a river town.

1 Review for Icicle Woes

  1. graliontorile

    Hi there just wanted to give you a quick heads up. The words in your post seem to be running off the screen in Ie. I’m not sure if this is a format issue or something to do with web browser compatibility but I figured I’d post to let you know. The design look great though! Hope you get the issue fixed soon. Cheers

    • Mira J.H

      Thanks for the info. we will check it

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