“You see the sun’s a pale yellow, but the fields golden hue; the pathways a misty hue, but trust me, it leads to a horizon that’s bathed in blue. You see…”
“Cut your you see crap,” lashed out Ritesh Deshpande in a agony filled voice.
Mrs Indu Deshpande shook where she sat, her robust fifty year old self trembling for a few uncontrollable seconds, more than shaken by the sudden viciousness of her husband’s verbal assault.
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