Locomotoring

Baroma, my great grandma, had a partial index finger. As kids, we would ask her on every visit, why she was missing her finger. Her stories would change with every telling. But the one I remember the most is the one where she was guarding her chicken coop against a fox and the fox bit her finger off. I also remember that my Baroma had a faded tattoo on her forearm. She never told that story. I have this bad feeling that it had to do with the Bengal partition.