She had been walking non-stop since morning. Since she had only ten rupees with her, she had used it sparingly. Breakfast was just a cup of tea. She had bought a small pack of Parle-G biscuits for munching as she walked. Now and then, she’d ask the passersby for the time. Not that it made any difference to her. The time that is! She had no goal and no destination. She was just a wanderer. Had been so, ever since her husband’s death, 5 years ago in an unfortunate street-side brawl!
The copyright of this story is with Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan.
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