Anmol Rishta
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Overview
The humid Mumbai air clung to the mother’s skin as she hurried towards the beach. Slum life offered little, but the chaotic symphony of the waves was disrupted by a sight that made her heart skip a beat. Partially hidden between rocks lay a khatla (bed), its wooden frame broken, but still intact.
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