LOST IN LOCKDOWN #4

THE WAITING

(Continuing a new series of jottings, remembering faces one thought was a part of one’s daily habitat, immediate neighbourhood. Never got to know anything about them or ever spoke to any of them. And now they’re nowhere to be seen.)

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Many would remember her for sitting at the bus stop, looking at the road and then keep talking. Not to herself but the person she was waiting for, the person she would come to pick up or meet. Everyday without fail, she would be there with her hand bag and a water bottle. Initially, she would come from somewhere, some home of sorts. Gradually this became her home.

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