“Vaheguru, forgive me, but a woman must choose the wisdom of lies over the dangers of truth.”

“Vaheguru, forgive me, but a woman must choose the wisdom of lies over the dangers of truth.”

“She leans over Roop the way Sardarji leaned over Satya the years she cried for children, brushing tears from Roop's heavy lashes with her lips. She strokes her head as a mother would, says. "Slpee little one, we are together now."And Roop sleeps, overcome by the afternoon heat.While Satya watches her.So trusting, so very stupid.”

“Vaheguru, forgive me, but a woman must choose the wisdom of lies over the dangers of truth.”