
Night
It is night.The utensils are clean, and the kitchen has been put to right.The phone is silentEven the city beyond her windows is silent…There is no sound of drill, or horns, or the bustle of people going here, going there.The only sound in the room is the soft whirring of the AC and the distant…
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