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Sunday, February 1, 2015

The Mad Woman

I walk a kilometer or so to class each morning. Here and there I run over a frantic lady wearing a dim messy sari. She likely has not had a shower for quite a long time. Her hair is tangled, teeth recolored red with betel-nut and eyes red with the appearance of franticness. I generally stay away from her for my own wellbeing for I can't be certain what she will do straightaway. Additionally, she smells awful very close.


It is never lovely when I see her remaining by the side of the road. She is in no way, shape or form vicious however she has the dreadful propensity for following individuals who cruise by. Typically when I see her I traverse to the opposite roadside just to evade her. Typically that works. Now and again she goes across the street as well. So I run. Luckily she can't run extremely quick and surrenders sooner or later.

One morning, as I went across the street to stay away from her, she attempted to cross as well. I began to run. She began to run as well however stumbled on her sari. She tumbled down hard out and about and lay there in a stack. I needed to continue running however I saw that she was in incredible peril of being run over by a vehicle. So I went to her to pull her to the side of the road.


As much as I loathed it, I needed to support her. Different passers-by didn't appear to trouble. So I held my breath and pull her by her arms towards the side of the road. At this point individuals and vehicles had halted to watch. Nobody helped however finally I figured out how to drag her to wellbeing.

She opened her eyes and gave me a grin. I could just gaze at her idiotically. At that point I turned and rushed to class to wash my hands.

I will get a bike to cycle to class. It is a lot quicker along these lines. Additionally, I won't need to fight with the distraught lady once more.
sari, sareea dress, worn especially by Indian and Pakistani women, consisting of a very long piece of thin cloth wrapped around the body
mattedtwisted into a firm, untidy mass
contend withto have to deal with a difficult or unpleasant situation

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