[MicroFiction] A Stitch in Time.
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| OFS 92 |
For Usha Devi, knitting was more than a recreation. For the past thirty years, each morning, with lips full of prayers, her hands swayed like an artist – that effortless motion guided by her heart's pure intuitions. Knitting was perhaps the purpose of her life.
One of these mornings, with a disdainful look, she denied permission to her son to visit the annual Kullu Dusshera Mela.
"Nine killed as a bus to Kullu Mela plunges into a valley." The news reader screamed.
With lips brimming with prayers that curved into a wry smile, her fingers resumed the ritualistic passion.
"Nine killed as a bus to Kullu Mela plunges into a valley." The news reader screamed.
With lips brimming with prayers that curved into a wry smile, her fingers resumed the ritualistic passion.
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