The land OF SPIRITS
Jul 27, 2022
2 minutes
AS TOLD TO ASTHA GUPTA
Tucking my four-year-old son, Riley, into bed, I kissed him goodnight.
‘Fati is staring at me,’ he said, suddenly.
’Who?’ I asked, confused.
‘Her,’ he said, pointing at the end of his bed.
‘It’s okay, Mummy’s here,’ I said dismissing it as his vivid imagination.
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