Everybody has their own story to tell.
This woman who looks so distraught and angry actually smiled when I handed her a chocolate.
To me, she had looked like someone who looked incapable of feeling joy and emotions close to it.I was wrong.
She blessed me and told me that to her, I felt like the daughter she had never been able to receive love from.
I was moved but could not put myself to stay on and ask more questions.To talk to her.Help her.
For some reason, it disturbed me that I felt true motherly love from a stranger.
I shall go back someday and find her and thank her and give her what she deserves.
I can almost see her waiting at the corner of that deserted lane for her new found daughter to come back.