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I was sure as I entered the village school, the site of voting for two nearby villages, that I would be confused at the electoral ballot. Intuition, you can say. The village is not my native, the reasons are vague why I am holding the voting right from this place. The lines are in formation from as early as 7.00 p.m. Yes, you would be surprised that the voting has begun. The official at the desk was at ease randomly taking the voting slip, noting down the particulars and asking for signatures so as I was curious to follow a way was still not good enough. Finally, I reached the electronic ballot. Whoa! so this was the reason. There were around 15 signs of political parties, two of which are popular and rest are still in Punjab. I somehow remembered the sign of a party that is in alliance with the party I wanted to vote for and pressed the button by its sign. Who says democracy comes easy way.

dusky day...
the women carrying hay bundles
at pace


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Consistency where life frames women in different roles and you feel inhabited.

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