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By Neel Anil Panicker
Through the semi darkness, unmindful of the several pairs of eyes that pinned onto her, Sabina stared at her father, at her Abba, the sixty year old silver bearded man who had been her life, her heart beat through the tortuous turns their lives had taken so far.
Money, or specifically, the lack of it, coupled with keeping on with the diktats of non-existent family pride and honour had prejudiced him, forced him to bow the world around him, to view everything around him through cataract ridden, skewed blinkers.
Then, after what seemed an eternity, she lowered her head and through the thin veil that covered her moon-white face she half nodded her head, signalling her acquiescence, her submission to the dictates of her father that she who had yet to see her sixteenth summer, get married to a man her Abba’s age, the lamb readying herself for the slaughter.
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