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Tiny Story: Bonded Labour

The wife enters the room at night, bone-tired after the cooking, cleaning, washing and nursing routine.

Husband: Did you iron the shirt I asked you to?

Wife: I did not get time today.

Husband: Really?! You were at home all day while I was slaving away my life at work…


So many stories are waiting to be told. So I hold my pen and let the stories write themselves. I am an Instructional Designer, avid reader and a small-town woman with a fish-eye perspective.

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