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.
Hariharan, Githa, Revati, Kunapipi, 14(1), 1992.