Cycle of Cliches
I was at the edge of a cliff, about to fall, and I didn’t know whether I would ever be able to rise up ever again.
That Maina’s actual name was Junali, didn’t take long to find out. Almost all my new acquaintances, mostly the guys I played cricket with, knew her family. Hers was an illustrious family – The Rajbongshis. She studied at St. Mary’s – arguably the best convent school in the city. Her spoken English, people said, was the best in our locality.