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Short Story: Money Order

A long time back, when the only way of communicating were the letters sent through post, carrying my school bag I made my way to the post office to collect stamps that my mother asked for. This was my monthy trip so that she could express her day to day to her long-distance husband.

While I was making my way out of the busy office, someone tapped on my shoulder. An old lady looked at me with a broad smile, 'Could you please help me write these addresses?', she asked. I gave a little nod and took the paper.

Since I was least interested, I did not pay attention and just copied it onto the paper. While returning it back, I saw a 1000 rupee note in her hand and glanced at the address again- Kaidi no XXX(Prisoner no XXX). She read my eyes and interrupted my thoughts, 'It is for my son'.

Supressing my pity, I nodded back at her. With a broad smile, she said, 'God bless you my child'.

-Shamitha Heramb

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