I didn’t know her home but I knew few landmarks nearby. I was dragging her heavy bag in narrow streets, which were mostly occupied by Kutchi Muslims. I failed twice to find her home, because all those old structured houses were identical to me.
I was drenched in sweat, somehow I found her uncle who guided me to a dark street which led me to her small home. My eyes were desperately looking for her. The last time I saw her she was sobbing and wanted to go back home.
I could hear people inquiring about me. She came from nowhere and kept the bag aside. Her eyes were swollen and red. I always wanted to visit her home but never like this. It was massive loss for her and I was not good at consoling people then. She tried to smile but her eyes failed.
Last week, she was carefree and happy but life had taken a new turn for her…..