She sat there a little perplexed, wrapped in red and gold, a bride since yesterday. Her smile, gummy and a bit yellow, reached her eyes and her nose crinkled slightly if she held it for long. I hovered nearby. I was the keeper of gifts, observant and meticulous for someone who had just hit her teens…
In an attempt to trace the milkman from his neighborhood, the narrator looks at the changing social landscape of his village and comes across – cars tied to pegs, benefits of double-toned milk and the discovery that the milk that his village has been drinking, causes acne.
