The Womb Is Not Silent
Benti a young girl was having her hair groomed by her Nani. Nana ji sat in his armchair across from them, reading the newspaper and occasionally sharing its highlights. Suddenly Benti asked, “Nani, many of our relatives say I look and talk quite like my mother. But I have never seen her or known her. How can that be?” Nani stopped combing her hair, gently turned Benti towards her and said, “Beta, you had met your mother before you could see her. There were many unspoken com
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