Krishna, our milk woman was beautiful, pleasant with a beaming open smile and a happy temperament to go with it. She came in like a burst of sunshine and left with the month’s milk money. Like all women of her class, she had a husband who drank and was violent. One day, when her mother tried to prevent him from hitting Krishna, he raised his hand at her mother. That was it. She picked up a heavy ladle from the kitchen and thrashed the daylights out of him. “You dare to try to hit my mother?” She called the elders in the locality and told them that she was separating from her husband. “You can’t work through the day like a donkey and be beaten after that by a drunken slob!”
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