The indomitable spirit
That face, burnt and blackened by the sun, is still making a ruckus in my memories.
Age is resting at the same place.
A thick needle and a piece of leather are dancing between the trembling fingers.
All the definitions of life seem to be changing for self-respect and self-esteem.
At that stage of life, people rest, but she is adamant.
Seasons change, terrible cold, deadly heat, scares her. In return, she only smiles.
My eyes became moist when she gave half of her only bread to a young beggar sitting nearby.
At that time, I felt the embarrassment on the beggar's face and the vastness of the heart of that woman who gave the donation.
