The old beggar woman

Lifeless sat she on the busy road at dusk with her head dropped over onto her feeble knees, rugged piece of cloth hardly covered her, swollen nerves on her hands could say her age was more than 70years, tears rolled from her barely open eyes, untidy knotted hairs clutched to thorns that lay there, was she mumbling something that was as meek as her. The street was as busy as a hive. Rich money mongers were gushing with their high profile wallets into their 4wheelers. Working class men making their way through the stampede back home. Children rushing back home with their iron-like loaded backspacks....

So sat she there unnoticed by million such eyes. Minutes passed to hours, idle stayed she surrendering herself to life, society, nature., Suddenly a gush, soon after which droplets sprayed themself on the pityless land. Still sat she idle, hardly feeling the cold drops on her numb feet. Thunder shuddered onto the empty streets felling trees like matchsticks. Violent wind blew the window glasses out of their pane. Soon the busy streets became as empty as a haunted desert. The violent breeze blew through the broken grills of the old builing pushing her on the wet path. Afew seconds of count the ruthless rain stopped gradually bringing back the street's callous glory. The wind had blewn the piece of gunny, her only will, exposing the wet currencies that lay scattered like a loyal dog next to her. Greedy eyes pounced onto it as if those were the last notes in the world. Lifeless now she lay there with all the world's attention over her. Her eyes stuck constantly to her eyelids , she surrendered so to the end.