Yesterday, a pretty looking lady in mid 50’s, approached me at the office.
Elegantly draped in a Mangoish Yellow silk saree with a broad green border, she stood in front of me as if, she was a goddess.
Vermillion on her forehead was as mesmerizing as the evening Sun.
What an aura she had! Our eyes locked, instantaneously.
But, she held a lifeless smile.
Her eyes spoke a zillion words. She had masked the vacuum in her eyes, with a thick line of Kohl.
She passed over an envelope to me as she reached my desk. I spread out the envelope to scan the printed official letter as a
I sat speechless and pale at my office desk. My hands trembled as I accepted the death certificate from her.
I made her an acknowledgment copy and replied: “Mam, it will require 15 days for processing the death claim.”
Tears rolled freely down her cheeks.
I heard her Womb scream, howl and wail. It was Mother’s Day the following day.
PS: The above narrative is a real life incident and is written for Prompt of the Month; a feature of Writer's Ezine
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