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“There was no electricity yet. Now and then, the flame in the lantern would get unsteady due to the bluster, but it always bounced back with much more vigor. If the little flame could sustain itself, why had she lost her glow? Why had she surrendered herself completely to his whims and fancies? Where was the real herself?”
― Neelam Saxena Chandra, Casket of stories

“Before you consider mistreating any woman, keep in mind that your sister and mother are also women”
― Narendra Singh Dhami