RAABTA

"Why is it so difficult to forgive people?" She had wondered aloud to no one in particular. The banks of the Gangaur Ghat were fairly empty at dawn and there was a sudden chill in the air, as she covered her ears with her hair. Her deep black eyes were fixed on the ripples reflecting the first light of dawn. An elderly man was sitting on the bench feeding the pigeons that flapped their wings in glee. Two kids were sitting on a torn rug playing with a street dog. With her feet dipped till her ankles in the water she shuddered a little in the breeze and pulled her shawl closer to her body. Her sandals and a bag she had bought yesterday were lying beside her. The way she kept, it made two things evident. One, there was nothing valuable in it. Two, she was comfortable in her surrounding. "How do we let go of people?" She sighed at the water. To an onlooker, she could very well look like a lost tourist. "Who said you need to let go?" She frowned at the