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RUPTURE

 Her heart was like burnt embers! She tried to lift her spirits. In front of her was spread the warm Sun light of winter. The birds were pecking on the bread she usually put on the ledge of the balcony for them to feed on. So many times she had decided to take some food for the stray dogs when she went out for walks but somehow she missed doing so. And while being effusive about her friend who had adopted two dogs of her street she gloated over her guilt in her subconscious mind! She has been like this in other aspects of her life going through  in a half dreamy state.

The crow was pecking on the bits and suddenly she could see a squirrel hiding in the corner waiting  for the crow to leave to snap on the bits. It was after ages that she could sight one.It was long back when they could be seen in abundance scurrying around on the courtyard walls but then one sunny day she  saw a dark black cat with smouldering eyes stalking the squirrels.She thought nothing of it and went  her way.It was after a great interval of time she noticed that the walls were barren because she could find no squirrels around . But now after several years she could sight one . Her heart missed a beat  and her dark pit lighted up with a ray of life touching it!

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