pardes

....it was a small folded many times iver piece of paper  clutched in her fust and that thing had started to hurt her, she  unfolded it to find a number on it , it was not really possible to keep that helpless piece of paper with her forever , having it  was giving her hooe, its presence was  full of promises  of staying alive , it was ger lifeline support , , that phone number was her only  chance to survival , one day someone will arrive, ring up amma,  and then amma will free her , , she embraced the phone number and wept , overwhelming emotions sweot diwn her as she held on to the piece of folded paper  with all her leftover strength

That piece of paper was narrating untold stories of past two years , of her endless loneliness