She seemed a relic of ancient-era.
Her wrinkled skin bore the traces of insipid life. When traffic clogged streets, her eyes so often
enquired moving regular shadows. As if staring with blank expression was her only
elixir of life.
She had a decent life once but drug’s
addiction snatched her only son, almighty bestowed upon her.
“How much longer she supposed to suffer.”
asked benefactor and she heard clinks of few coins into her earthen tumbler. She
fondly raised her frail hand and meticulously mumbled into some device “Hello
NCB, Saaar! It’s Cocaine, three Men and the location is…” 
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