Tears of memories: Death of dreams

Tears of memories: Death of dreams

Tears of memories: Death of dreams

It’s raining outside. Old Hamida brings her clothes inside her room and hangs them to dry. She combs her hair and remembers the cradle made by her ‘Saree’ once she used to swing for her child. She combs hard. The uprooted, old, white hairs lie on her lap.

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