The evening sun rays spread slowly over the buildings turning everything into light orange as I stood gazing on the terrace. I glanced towards the foot steps of the opposite building putting my hands on to the parapet wall. I could see the old woman sitting on alittle stone laid on the front.
Beside her was an ironing shop with a woman at work without looking at the old woman. The woman had millions of wrinkles all over her face and her skin had completelydrooped. Her eyes lost their life and her cheeks sullen. Her hair looked like a matted dry grass fully white. She wore a torn sari full of dirt that came by the dust that flew when the iron woman sometimes swept.The woman seemed to be waiting for the doors to open, to see her wretched sons, who had reimbursed her help by throwing her out of her own house, and not even providing a morsel to eat.The doors opened and after a while a man came out wearing a striped lungi and a vest.His wife followed him from the back."Didn’t you go away? How many time times have I told you not to sit in front of my house!" and he started his foul mouth as usual. His wife joined him and they jointly aggrieved her.
It was getting dark. I was still on the terrace. A cold breeze blew touching my face. I closed my eyes. When will she be shown grace?A warm hand touched my back. I looked back and saw my wife with her beautiful eyes looking straight into mine boldly. "Again you are
thinking about the woman?""Yes dear.." I said putting my hand over her shoulders. I could feel the warmth despite the cold current of the wind. "I am wondering when
she will be granted grace.""She surely will.." she said, "What you are seeing is just an example, I
am watching the whole scene when you go to office.. Come dear.. we have to do some
work at our house."
"I think we can lend a helping hand.." I said while we both descended the stairs.
"I tried to give her rice but she didn’t take it saying that she had a son
who would take care of.." Said my wife .
"The people.." I muttered.
* * *
I was ruffling my documents to verify them while my wife sat opposite to me waiting forme to finish when there was a commotion all of a sudden. We both got up and went to the corridor. A group of people gathered around. I could see the old woman lying in the centre. Strangly no one cared about here when alive but people were swarming around like bees now.
It was getting dark. I was still on the terrace. A cold breeze blew touching my face. I closed my eyes. When will she be shown grace?A warm hand touched my back. I looked back and saw my wife with her beautiful eyes looking straight into mine boldly. "Again you are
thinking about the woman?""Yes dear.." I said putting my hand over her shoulders. I could feel the warmth despite the cold current of the wind. "I am wondering when
she will be granted grace.""She surely will.." she said, "What you are seeing is just an example, I
am watching the whole scene when you go to office.. Come dear.. we have to do some
work at our house."
"I think we can lend a helping hand.." I said while we both descended the stairs.
"I tried to give her rice but she didn’t take it saying that she had a son
who would take care of.." Said my wife .
"The people.." I muttered.
* * *
I was ruffling my documents to verify them while my wife sat opposite to me waiting forme to finish when there was a commotion all of a sudden. We both got up and went to the corridor. A group of people gathered around. I could see the old woman lying in the centre. Strangly no one cared about here when alive but people were swarming around like bees now.
At last she was granted her grance I felt.
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