Anshumala Mishra talks about female infanticide, through a poem in the first tense. Main hu ek larki, Main bhi ek insaan, Mujhe jeene ka adhikaar do.
The forgotten differences, the caste differences, which the girls hardly consider as a barrier to interact with each other, has made its presence felt in her granny’s voice.
Chinnamma wakes up. After finishing the routine chore of drawing kolam in front of the house she proceeds to make food for her family. Food just means food. It doesn’t mean breakfast. It doesn’t mean lunch. It doesn’t even mean brunch. When there is a difficult choice to make about which meal to skip, food is just food.