Githa Hariharan


Of all the relatives I acquired when I got married, Revati was the very worst. When I first met her, I too had read of sati, dowry deaths and child widows. I would shudder as I put down the book or newspaper. I pic­tured an innocent girl brutally held down, her head shaved clean and her bangles broken.



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