A Migrant Worker’s Mayhem in Mumbai: An Excerpt from Tanuj Solanki’s Manjhi’s Mayhem
I was in the Hardcore Security uniform, in charge of opening and closing a door. It was a door made of glass. Transparent. But somehow,
I was in the Hardcore Security uniform, in charge of opening and closing a door. It was a door made of glass. Transparent. But somehow,
“My mother is not used to live-in relationships,” Sunil says. I try to be high-minded about it. I could not really blame Sunil; he has
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