The Other One
Original Source: https://www.jeyamohan.in/197118/ Date: 8-Mar-2024 In the 2 berths only first class cabin of the train, there was an old lady in front. Quite a fair complexioned one. Reddish brown hair. Countenance resembling a white lady. A rosary in hand. Had she applied eye liner? Maybe. No lipsticks on lips, as there was hardly any lip. Mouth akin to a bloody scar. Eyes like a green pale pebble. With sunken eyes, seeing me with suspicion, she continued her prayers. After placing my suitcase, I noticed. She wasn't praying. Though she had rosary in her hand, it was not being rotated. she was caressing the same bead. Eyes spied on me. When I saw, she turned away. "Good evening", I greeted. "Praise the lord", she mentioned viewing the glass window. I concluded her to be proselytizer kind. I thought of ways for creating defenses. I have found that acting like a counter proselytizer usually has the instant effect. I constructed the sentences. "Kali is a ...