"Muniya Mary and Gamle Miyan"Gamle Miyan sat quietly in a corner, gazing at the sky, hoping the sun would rise a little higher to bring some light. This corner of the wall always remained dark. Suddenly, they heard someone crying. Instantly alert, they looked around. The sound of sobbing came from near the drain along the wall. A deep restlessness filled them. Who could be crying like this?Gamle Miyan began recalling their own past. Once, they too had been placed in this corner, crying. In their younger days, they proudly stood at the bungalow’s main entrance. They were painted beautifully