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  • Writer: Abhinanda Roy
    Abhinanda Roy
  • Jan 3, 2017
  • 1 min read

“I can’t see…. I can’t see anything, son”

The anxious old voice circled the hospital dorm.

“We have to take her home, I have decided, its done.”

Said the son to his nonchalant wife.

It has been five years she missed home.

She thanked God, for trading color for the comforting black.

 
 
 

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