Jiji

I always called her Jiji; her first name never seemed to fit the space she held in my life. Pushpa, my second elder sister, was born on May 17, 1946—fifteen months before India stepped into independence. She was the third of six siblings, all born within the familiar walls of our home in Marwadi Mohalla, Wardha. All, that is, except me.

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