The American Dream

Sikha was hardly awake when her cell-phone rang that day. It was 7.30 in the morning and she chided herself that she overslept . The incessant ringing of the phone jerked her out of the sweet embrace of the lazily retreating sleep and she picked up the phone, noticed that it was Amrit’s call and quickly said hello with a warm glow of happiness enveloping her. Amrit was ringing up from New York on his ride back from office

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