It wasn't Monsoon, yet there was water everywhere. Oh! Crazy, she had tears in her eyes. Age does that to you, right? She brought the paper, close to her eyes again, trying to read each word again. Did she miss the line, where he wrote, “I will come and take you, Mom, from the aged home.” She was hallucinating, sure she was. The bell rang; she stood and walked towards the dining hall, throwing the paper in the dust-bin. Clouds thundered outside, skies grew dark and it poured. Heavy and huge droplets fell, making intolerable noises. But she ate her salad, as the doctor advised. After all, she had only herself to take care of.
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