KRITI
The door beside my parent’s room has always been locked. But it opens once a year. That one day each year when my father disappears in the morning and my mother sits in that room alone.

KRITI
The door beside my parent’s room has always been locked. But it opens once a year. That one day each year when my father disappears in the morning and my mother sits in that room alone.
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