It
once bore the marks of the bride's vermilioned palms. And the sons'
graffiti in early years. Today it embodied estrangement between the
brothers. The wall was dying. But even today, it allowed the widowed
mother to hide her tears and wails in its crevices. "Thank God I ain't
human", it seemed to say.
* "55 Words Story" is a novel concept owned by my friend Vivek Tejuja. I am merely reproducing my part of the contribution to his blog here.
* "55 Words Story" is a novel concept owned by my friend Vivek Tejuja. I am merely reproducing my part of the contribution to his blog here.
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