Story : 55 Fiction : End of Her Days

Old Well

“How life changed in dribs and drabs?” she ruminated about her good old days.

People stopped coming around. Even the ones she raised within had abandoned her.

Loneliness at ageing left no option, but to console herself. The old traditional well awaited an untoward funeral, on her very own mother earth’s lap, with no water.


– Din


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