I had to sit for long hours working in my second floor office. More as an excuse than any genuine need, I would get up and walk down the corridor joining a row of rooms. There was a ventilator ledge a little below the level of the ceiling opening out from every room. A pair of pigeons found one of these as the safest nesting place out of reach of predators such as a cat or a dog.
There is a tendency among the people to demonstrate, shout slogans against something or the other and raise non-issues. There are hordes that seem to have made these things their whole time preoccupation. What sustains them is a mystery. Are they feeding their whims or are they serious or are they right or those who do not join them right?
Preparations for the marriage of Dharamvir had already started. Consequently everything was topsy-turvy. The house was being white washed and displacement of everything was natural. Lost in her past, Parmeshwari sat alone on a PIDHA (low stool) in the yard. She had come to this house as a bride and now a few days hence her son's bride was coming.