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by Madhulika Liddle
Feb 19, 2025
Dilli, AH 931 (CE 1525)
Farzana dreamt she was being married. She could smell the flowers, the pungency of the henna on her palms. She could see faces. Gulrukh’s. Her mother’s. Even her grandmother, who had died when Farzana was a little girl. And the groom, his face hidden behind a veil of white jasmine. A veritable wall, so densely knotted were the strings, so heavy-petalled the flowers. In her dream, she stepped up to this man, to the husband she had already accepted before qazi
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