“God be with me,”
Mona exclaims. A moan rather.
Pensive and sobe,r always
she looks distraught at present.
“What could have gone wrong?”
I wonder.
“Could be anything personal?
could there be an impending danger?”
Looking at her, I could not decide.
Distress engulfs.
I watch every move of her.
She is an enigma.
Mona stares at me.
An empty one!
We sit in silence.
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