With her heartbeats setting upright, madly; Mitha stomped in further. She reached the door, of the villa that led in to the living room. All she saw there was a woman, of age fifty five possibly, sitting on the pompous couch that was laid across the living room.
She was looking too matronly; tidily draped cotton Saree. As Mitha delved into her eyes; she became aware that her eyes appeared same as Ajay's. Same sooty, lustrously dark, black eyes. As she ambled forward, his mom's eyes were shining with an amalgam of enchantment, dereliction, failure and much more. Mitha, could clearly filter them; those eyes held heaps and heaps of disgrace and sinfulness.
As Mitha's lips, twitched into a slight camber on seeing her; his mom smiled back at her, tritely. The smile carried a little bit of ha
