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Manjula Parelkar knew she was no Hussain?. She could never be, not with those hands
of hers, those claw-like malformed fingers, just two of them, two on each hand. Why
her hands too? Wasn't it enough that her feet were deformed; ending in two massive
moon-shaped toes pointing at each other, the hard nails touching, grating3 against each
other whenever she wore wrong shoes. She wore wrong shoes most of the time, for
there weren't any shoes in the market soft enough for her clumsy feet.
Her feet hurt most of the time but she didn't mind them so much. She could hide them in
those ugly made-to-order shoes. But she could not hide her hands, could she?
Manjula Parelkar knew she would never paint like Hussain, but she could learn to paint
well. Handling brushes was no problem; they didn't feel any different from a pencil. Her
problem was the cost of the materials she would need.
‘Mummy, she asked one evening while helping her mother in the kitchen after dinner,
'do you think I could ... she paused nervously,'... I could have some extra money
tomorrow?'
'What do you need it for?' asked her mother gently, rinsing the dishes.
'For ice-cream, answered her brother from the door with an impish grin. Thumping the
door with the palm of his hand he chanted, 'We want ice-cream! We want ice-cream!​

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