Story - part 2
Yes, I was just the witness, who had witnessed it all. Her life, her youth, her happiness, her miseries, and her helplessness! And today, I was going to witness what will break her heart, and would literally break me, completely! Her son had left the paper and the pen right there, for her to sign. She had lied down again feeling weak, sad and abandoned. I could hear her crying. My Babli, yes, she was now frail with age too, but she was still so beautiful, soft and loving, and my love for her had now reached yet another height, I was able to feel her pain and hear her unspoken words even, and I was very protective of her. She was whispering about the deed, her son had asked her to sign, and remembering her son's father, who had left her alone to face it all in her old age. The house had to be sold. Yes, and she had to leave, this house, this city, where she had come as a bride 50 years ago, an 18 year old young bride. We had hardly been separated durin...