TO THE DUSK AND THE NEW BEGINNINGS
Sitting by her balcony, on a comfortable rocking chair, Aruni was appreciating the ever beautiful sunset through her eyes. It was going to be a week now that she had quit her job. She had never felt so relaxed in five years. Her life was this job. Actually, she had no other choice, it had to be. Though the orange sky kissing the darker brown horizon was nowhere to be seen, instead, all she could see was some tall buildings through which the bright sun was as if playing a game of hide and seek with her. She was enjoying it immensely just when Yashoda, her part-time maid brought her that steaming cup of ginger tea with oodles of milk and cream. She liked her tea that way. The smell of ginger mixed with the air and with the whiff of Yashoda’s mogre ka gajra was giving Aruni a heavenly feeling altogether. Sipping her hot tea she looked at her balcony. A small, cozy place with 3 potted plants; a rose shrub, a fir and dried tulsi plant. Some nylon ropes with clothespins