It was a chance meeting.She was an indian motherwho was in LA for last five months. she was a picture o f catharasis.Signs of grat relief were written on her face.She had come to anew land of happiness and pleasure after she learnt about the birth of her grand child.A few days of pleasure soon melt away.Her daughter was a working mother and it was her duty for five months to look after the new born.A pleasure for an Indian grand mother to gigle with the grand child. The days of pleasure soon evaporated,,She felt like a lonely soul. It is very difficult to imagine an old lady living in india without her daily dose of gossip with neighbours.In LA she was suffering from pangs of loneliness,She told me Iam returning within a week.She said India is india.understood the feeling of release of a prisoner in an alien land where pleasure became pain and days started draggingIt was return of the native and catharsis in a greektragedy
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