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Endosulfan Rain

It wasn’t monsoon but toxic rain. Diya drenched in the doldrums. Her head bloated, brain turned barren. Her body curved as a cashew nut. Her legs and arms dried. Aches and anxieties grow up in the cashew farm. Sad sap oozes out of her mouth. Her doll lies dead. Now she isn’t a girl but a remnant on an empty mat. [Endosulfan is a deadly insecticide.]

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