The sky was crimson with a hue that was reminding her of her past that was as ashamed of her as she was of the days that were witness to her not so impressive ride through life .The waves crashing on the shore seemed to make a sound which was like a hammer hitting her head , but she was non chalant like the rock on the beach .She was staring at the horizon oblivious of the kid begging her for some change .She was jobless but still was somehow managing herself by the savings of bygone though not so glorious past .She had few coins in her pocket which she graciously parted with the seemingly poor kid ,who ran straight to the pot bellied man at a distance and disappeared soon in the engulfing evening darkness of the dark world .
The creator was gracious to have spared her alive when the world is going through such a turmoil ,pain , deaths and agony .The pandemics striking the world each year making the already crazy world even more eccentric .She wanted an existence no more than the terminally ill patient counting his last breaths . Each day she lived like her last one , waiting for the last knock on her life's door .She had a purpose to live for in midst of all the chaos ,the...