Monsoon was giving it's firm presence on the car windows, in the month of July. A long queue of cars was waiting for red light to turn into green. A lady, wearing torn red sari, was waving her one hand slowly outside the car window. The person, sitting inside the boundary of windows, was not showing any emotion. The driver peeped into the front mirror and found the person adjusting his goggles. Hope was pouring from four eyes towards that window. The lady was holding her baby with one hand and was waving the other hand continuously. The light turned on green and it took away the hope from the eyes, which had seen only 20 years. One pair of eyes was looking up into sky and cursing the monsoon and the other pair of eyes, which had not seen even 600 days, was looking towards the other direction where cars were waiting for light to turn green.
The younger pair of eyes, which did not know the meaning of hope, was still having the hope...
The younger pair of eyes, which did not know the meaning of hope, was still having the hope...
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