that day from early morning the air was still, the sadness filled the day, a silent stillness was upsetting her mind, as far as one could see the sky was clear, not a puff of cloud was visible, yet her senses were hinting a storm was about to come, hajra completed her washing, hanging them to dry on the roof she was about to come down when a boy from the neighbourhood rushed in shouting to inform them all about one they knew was martyred
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