Skintone
" Aurat jaat ki sundarta uski rang main hoti hain ." (The beauty of a woman is judged just by her skintone) said Ram Avtar - the village head of Mukundpur even as Ramla and Mukesh were crying and seeking help. Ramla was weeping and amidst sobs muttered, " Uski kya galti thi?" "Daswi pass hain meri beti." "Kya hua agar sawli hain toh?" "Woh ladka toh teesri class tak padha." Yesterday was the most important day in Saroj's life- that's what pot-bellied Mukesh and his malnourished wife Ramla felt. Ramla's brothers Kanu and Amritlal and their wives had made all the arrangements. They decorated the courtyard with mango leaves and flowers. A beautiful Rangoli was made at the centre and chairs were set under the shamiyana ( a tent like structure). Aroma of delicacies prepared in the backyard could be smelt from as far as five houses in each direction. Vimla kaki( aunt) had applied mehendi on Saroj's hands and feet. She looke...