I am standing in my terrace, looking at the lady with a pallid face and sad eyes. I am wondering ‘what is she thinking?’ Probably wondering about her kids who must be living in far away land, may be waiting for her husband to come back.. I couldn’t help myself from wondering ‘Is a job of a woman to wait for her husband or children?’ When was the last time, she smiled to herself? Is there any felicity in her sad eyes? Is she happy with the choices and sacrifices that she has made throughout her life? And the most important…
Indian-Sage
by Prateek Khamesra