This is a story by Arundhati Venkatesh for the Duckbill Workshop in Bangalore. Our thanks to Arundhati for letting us share this on the blog.
She had lovely blue eyes and a perfectly round mouth. The yellow dress brought out her complexion.
There was nothing delicate or dainty about her, even the lace that she wore around her face was thick and very unlacelike.
When she moved, she made the boy who held her twist his finger till it was bent in the shape of a murukku. Still, he didn’t dare let out a sound.
She didn’t like protests. All her previous companions had learnt to bear the pain in silence. This boy had been quick to learn.
Ruhi was no ordinary finger puppet.