Thursday Tiny Tales – 5

The light of the lamp flickers.

A gust of cold wind blows in, rattling the dusty window panes only to escape into hidden realms of the dust laden curtains. Twice every year, before the Bengali Nabobarsha and Durga Pujo, they would be soaked in a tub full of hot water and Surf, scrubbed until the water turned a dirty brown, rinsed separately in clean water and hung out in the sun to dry.

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