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The Mad Woman
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I
walk a kilometre or so to school every morning. Sometimes I come across a mad
woman dressed in a dark dirty sari.
She probably has not had a bath for years. Her hair is matted, teeth stained red with betel-nut and
eyes blood-shot with the look of madness. I always keep my distance from her
for my own safety for I cannot be sure what she will do next. Also she smells
terrible up close.
It
is never pleasant when I see her standing by the roadside. She is by no means
violent but she has the nasty habit of following people who pass by. Normally
when I see her I cross over to the other side of the road just to avoid her.
Usually that works. Sometimes she crosses the road too. So I run. Fortunately
she cannot run very fast and gives up after a while.
One
morning, as I crossed the road to avoid her, she tried to cross too. I
started to run. She started to run too but tripped on her sari. She fell down
hard on the road and lay there in a heap. I wanted to keep running but I saw
that she was in great danger of being run over by a car. So I ran over to her
to pull her to the roadside.
As
much as I disliked it, I had to help her. The other passers-by did not seem
to bother. So I held my breath and pull her by her arms towards the roadside.
By now people and cars had stopped to watch. No one helped but at last I
managed to drag her to safety.
She
opened her eyes and gave me a smile. I could only stare at her dumbly. Then I
turned and hurried to school to wash my hands.
I
am going to get a bicycle to cycle to school. It is much faster this way.
Also I will not have to contend with the
mad woman again.
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