"This is only the start of life!" . A by passer, an old man , said to her laughingly. He pitied the young lady sitting on station bench crying inconsolably. She looked a naive, vulnerable and unaware of the world.
This was her unlucky day. Not that she was crossed by a black cat that day but she was wearing the color. Black kurta, black pyjama and black purse. All her favorite for this was her color. Dark.
Crying in front of strangers was embarrassing but being angry for what she has lost was unreasonable, she thought. She could have saved her purse from being snatched just outside a local train station. The purse contained her identity, her base on which she has come to a new city, the money her parents saved for her.
This was her unlucky day. Not that she was crossed by a black cat that day but she was wearing the color. Black kurta, black pyjama and black purse. All her favorite for this was her color. Dark.
Crying in front of strangers was embarrassing but being angry for what she has lost was unreasonable, she thought. She could have saved her purse from being snatched just outside a local train station. The purse contained her identity, her base on which she has come to a new city, the money her parents saved for her.
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