“It happened,” Amma said, her voice choked with joy. “My Maga has found her home.”
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Grumbling, Anjali walked to the shed. It was a beautiful chaos of clay wheels, half-formed pots, and the earthy smell of wet mud. A man was hunched over a small cot in the corner, gently wiping the forehead of a sleeping girl of about five. He looked up. Vikram. “It happened,” Amma said, her voice choked with joy
Anjala laughed softly. “And you? You have temple bells and mud in your veins. Don’t you want more?” ” Amma said
One night, Amma sat Anjali down. “You’re afraid.”
“Yes, Amma.”
“Of what? A potter? A child? A simple life?”