“The newborn baby will be dressed up in tradition”, Armaan said as he held up his father’s shirt to the tailor. “I want at least two pairs to be made from this fabric. The rest can be fancy stuff as per latest trends.”
The expression in the expectant mother’s eyes was changing, as she recalled the horror of her husband and father-in-law’s gory crimes.
On D-day, the baby was dressed in red velvet, taken from the temple she visited frequently after being beaten up. Her daughter was dressed in tradition, to be a goddess one day, not a replica of ancestral monstrosities.