A rush of relief unfolded millions of
tiny memories on her face. She was sensing, caressing that god’s sculptures
carelessly. A lady in her folk dress was trying to repeat her innocence. She
leaned her head upon sculpture’s base and revived those days, when she was
banished from a temple just because she had some special organs to produce
another life, a tear rolled down her smiling lips.
“Ma’am! Have you checked all the
consignment, should we deliver now?”
Pensive sound came from behind and brought her back into present.
“Almost done” She replied in teary
voice.
- Ankita Chauhan
P.s. - Thank You #OFSLife for featuring my story at the Top :)
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