The Picnic


by Aashna Jamal

Aug 22, 2023

Bhaiya opened his mouth wide and the baby pigeon disappeared into it. Aisha could see its hairless behind quivering in his cupped hands. She shivered. Unable to look away or scream, Aisha watched on in fascination. What was it like being inside someone’s mouth? Was it possible to escape to a corner where the tongue would not reach you? After a minute, Bhaiya opened his mouth and the bird emerged unscathed, a little wet. Gurgling, it looked around with renewed interest. Its tiny bird b

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