//The ‘extra’ in the ordinary

The ‘extra’ in the ordinary

For a long time we did not know her name. She was and is a constant presence at our back gate in Jor Bagh (New Delhi) – always with a smile, pressing freshly brought clothes, chatting with people who often drop in to collect or give clothes, eight hours or more on her feet. Earlier we called her ‘ironing lady’; of late she is called ‘Guddi’.

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