At first, Hari hadn't wanted to sell the house. But his money was nearly gone, spent on medicine for his sickly granddaughter, whose health had never recovered since drinking the tainted water.
She had survived, but barely. Her frail body not much different from one who had already lost life.
Inside one of the bedroom, Gara lay on the bed, a milk pump pressed against his chest. His body had hardly rested straight since the long journey here.
We worked so hard to reach this place. I only hope we can live quietly here.
His breath left him in a heavy sigh.
His thoughts scattered when Madha suddenly entered without knocking, only to freeze at the sight of Gara's bare torso with the pump still attached.
Both young men flushed at once. Memories of an embarrassing yet feverish incident resurfaced in their minds.
"W-what is it, Madha?" Gara quickly asked, trying to dispel the awkwardness.
