Paagal Kanchhi, a short story by Ismita Rana
The old mother has no home to go to. Photo: LB Thapa. Kanchhi’s parents were extremely angry, but they suppressed their anger and decided to give one chance to Kanchhi to mend her ways. Kanchhi was warned for not meeting the boy forever. Kanchhi nodded in affirmation only to keep her parents in darkness. Kanchhi was meeting Ramesh regularly. BY ISMITA RANA Actually, the color of her skin was white, but it had turned black due to dust and dirt. She seems to be perplexed and bears no emotions on her face. Her teeth had turned yellowish and her hair shabby. Long and dirty nails made no difference to her; she was busy foraging for some eatable foods in the garbage. Some benevolent people feel pity for her and give her foods and clothes that she would accept with awkward giggling. She was not aware of her situation, as she felt neither sad nor happy—she was indifferent to her emotions. When asked her name, she would always grin, barring all her stained teeth. The only w...