She hid
in the dark lane, the baby bundled in her arms. Their breathing was barely audible.
She could hear the voices and footsteps of her pursuers. Her crime? The baby
was a girl. It was a sin! Heresy!
She fled
her village, and raised her child on her own, in the hardest of conditions. Today
50 years later, the child had grown to win the Nobel prize. In her speech, the
child had thanked her mother for all her achievements, and asked everyone to
remember “the hand that rocks the cradle, rules the world.”
--Sreyoshi Dhar
Department of English
UG 1
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