The Attack
Aarati had begun work in a particular house nineteen years ago. The couple was just married and needed an extra hand, especially the woman needed someone to talk to after her husband would leave for work by 8.15 am. Life was not as busy in those days as one found now with night shifts having loomed up, but still the day hours seemed quite stretched. The woman had conceived in the first few days of the first month of her marriage. The tiny thing inside her grew, and like the relationship between the working lady and the woman, the working woman’s love for the little baby spread manifold. And when the baby was born to this woman, a baby girl, tiny and fearless, the working lady nicknamed her Baby Squirrel. One day, on her third year of work, when the baby was three years old, this domestic
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