hajra looked around her, the climate of that room had not changed in past many years, everything had come to a stand still, time had not touched any thing, dust also did not raise, nor settled, a little of the paint on one side of the wall had flaked but that was not a matter of any worry because it was not noticeable , nor demanded attention to get the whole thing repainted, she had also become like the piece of unmoving furniture, part of that room
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