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My Name is Kullu

by Brita Roy ✓ · 15 Apr 2023

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Both my babies, sobbing their heart out, like withered flowers, died limp in my arms. I could not give the hungry infants a drop of milk, as preventing the spread of Corona had assumed so much urgency

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