
Short Story: A River Runs Through It – Part 1
This is Sanjhi, the river that borders our village. The source of our life and livelihood. We consider Sanjhi to be our mother, perhaps which is why I have forgiven her for splitting our village into two.
I am Jagga, the strongest and bravest man of my village, Nihala. I stand almost 6 and a half feet tall, with a chest so wide that no arms are long enough to encircle it. I now own land as far as my eye can see, and further still.
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