Chapter - 2The Maruti van rumbled over a pothole, jolting me slightly in her arms. I instinctively clutched at her saree pallu for balance. Mousumi Didi tightened her hold under my knees and around my back.“Sorry sorry,” she whispered, cradling me a little more securely. “Aman, tum toh bilkul hil jaate ho jaise koi bachha ho. Arey, aur thoda bhari hotey toh lagta main kisi aadmi ko utha rahi hoon.”“Aman, you get so rattled like a small child. If only you were a little heavier, I would at least feel like I am carrying a man.”I stayed silent. What could