As I stand looking above; They move on to the other way,
But as the ink flows, I realize I was wrong,
it loses itself bit by bit, which we dust away.
One day after her mother-in-law and sisters-in-law burped after swallowing a hearty meal and my aunt bent (with difficulty due to pregnancy) down to collect the plates from the floor and took them to the sink and started washing them. Even in the immense pain and uneasiness, she hummed a tune or two to keep her self-cheerful.