One afternoon at a busy railway station, at the corner, I saw an old woman. She was wearing a multicolored saree tattered from every corner and soaked in dirt. Her hair was frizzy and appeared to be dirty. Her face betrayed the hard journey of her life and eyes carried the stillness of an ocean....
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