Dark shadow beneath her eyes tells the painful storyIt is 8 p.m. The number of vehicles has gone down considerably. Throughout the day, it was raining. Now the rain has stopped. There is no one waiting at the bus-stop.
She has been standing there all alone. She is waiting eagerly. Her saree is glittering. She has partially hidden her manicured face with the colourful umbrella. If a person watches closely, he would understand that she has used heavy make-up.
A car has stopped. She moves expectantly. The man comes out, sniggers at her, goes to the nearby kiosk, purchases a packet of cigarettes, enters the car and drives away. She sighs heavily and resumes waiting.
Another car stops beside her. Another man comes out. He looks at her. He invites her inside the car. While she is entering, the man suddenly asks her to stop, looks closely, opens the purse, takes out a Rs. 500/- note, hands it over and drives away.
The man has been able to understand the painful story which the dark shadow beneath her eyes tells. With the money, she will return to her humble residence. But before that, she would purchase medicine for her ailing husband and food for her young baby.
(Competition entry: ToW)