IN A KNOT
PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg
By Neel Anil Panicker
Icicles of wintry chill slither past the iron bars of the lone cell window.
Inside, as the temperature dipped, Abdul Qarim, his back against the stony damp walls, cupped his hands under the wafer thin tattered shawl, a standard winter issue.
This winter had been harsh.
He had knitted a thousand caps. That’s 800 above the quota.
‘Why the extra labour?’, the chief warden had inquired.
Abdul had kept mum, simply replying, “Sir, please give the profits to my wife”.
The money would help her survive one more winter.
The cancer had ensured that.
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