Saturday, November 13, 2010
Her life has been spent in a village which was never on the map of progress. She's never known electricity, has always walked five kilometers to fetch water. The nearest school is a couple of miles away.
She'a borne six kids of which four survive. The two oldest daughters are married; the older is expecting her first child.
She's had a hard life. She's seen so much. She is tired. She seems so old.
She is a year younger than I am.
Till I met her, I never quite realised how lucky I am that I was allowed to bloom.
A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.