She was putting alta on her feet when I met her for the first time. And she was in a brilliant red sari. And she was kinda humming. The tune was a bit gloomy and sad though her face got a nice smile. And she was watching the vivid red on her fair feet leaning her head again and again.
This scene has been printed deep in my head permanently, I think. Every time I close my eyes I see it so clearly that it seems she is just going to open her eyelids to look at me. And I kept waiting for that moment but it never came.
The train left the station, adjacent to Maya's shanty, just when she touched her left foot with the cotton dipped in the red alta. If could be said a coincidence. But it was not. Because everything in this world are related to each other. The train couldn't leave the station until Maya touch her feet to color it.
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