“Burning coals, making perfect shaped round rotis, massaging her husband’s back, carrying pots of water across miles would not be her fate. But she told no one about it. She silently vowed to break the mould someday.” VowVowsBreak The RulesBreak The CycleBreak The BarriersBreak The MoldBreak The Status QuoBreak The Chain Book:Bhumi: A Collection of Short Stories Source: Bhumi: A Collection of Short Stories