Radhika’s Grandma had a loud, resonating voice that could travel through four walls. The right pitch for my Gran who was hard of hearing; both of them would engage with each other from either side of the wall running between the houses. That apart, the wall also let in water from each other’s leaky roof tiles. Everything changed when Radhika’s Grandma decided to renovate the house with stronger pillars and plastered walls.


shapeshifting clouds-
meeting the neighbour
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