by Alex Renton
Naryamaswamy Naik went to the cupboard and took out
a tin of pesticide. Then he stood before his wife and children and
drank it. "I don't know how much he had borrowed. I asked him, but he
wouldn't say," Sugali Nagamma said, her tiny grandson playing at her
feet. "I'd tell him: don't worry, we can sell the salt from our table."
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