an old granny in a small village near Pune.
her day starts and ends at the door step, her eyes have weakened yet she tries hard to see people move across the narrow lanes, ofcourse that is her only way to pass her time
a number of times in a day she keeps saying that "my turn has come"
she keeps waiting...waiting for her grandchildren to return from school, waiting for her son and his wife to return from the farms...sometimes the wait for something is never ending
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