Heer was sitting on a bedstead set at the roof. It was a clear night and moonlight was illuminating everything; the mountains, the trees, wrinkles of her face, the straight unsmiling lips and shadows hidden in her eyes. Her eyes were trained on her hands lying in her lap.
“So, I am old now.”
She took a deep breath to comprehend the years of her life gone.
“Five decades is a long time to live but it is not that long. Life passed by me and I passed by life but surely, I lived every second of it however it passed. But for few of them, I had friendship with it.”
She thought while pondering over the lines of labour in her hand.
“These hands were beautiful once. What an illusion the beauty is.”
She raised her head to see her grandchild running towards her.
“Granny! Today I will sleep with you.”
The child said settling himself in the place where her hands were before.
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To be continued…
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