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 A pall of silence descended on her after the commotion, raised by her maid  died down ,who at every swish of her broom wanted the validation from her as being the most efficient worker in the area. But it was always to strike a conversation on her part  which  inevitably turned into gossip and rested only at slandering. She was beyond all this now having been into it long before. 

The time seemed to stand still.The room resonated with the unheard yet deep buzzing sound which filled the room. Now her mind  at ease she let the images filter before her eyes.The small girl with a spring in her feet marched ahead holding her hand while she in the background shielded her like a wide tree with its outstretched  limbs. The little girl loomed large filling the entire space with her presence obliterating  every object in her vicinity. 

She got up and left the room. She went to the balcony. Cool breeze was blowing and the tall trees swung in the free flowing air. The summer was yet to come.The little plants swayed in the pots and she could see that they needed pruning .The two red ripe tomatoes  seemed  ogling her. She caressed them with a smile and started pruning. 


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